Bob Woods, of Mandeville, says, "When I was growing up, on Springfield Lane off Scenic Highway in Baton Rouge, we had a Morning Advocate deliveryman named Bud Rankin — great guy. He drove a Jeep station wagon with wooden sides.
Mention of Piccadilly Cafeterias' 75th anniversary caused Terry Maderson to recall how important the original Dilly in downtown Baton Rouge was to impoverished, hungry LSU students:
Bob Cisco tells of an incident bringing home the point that folks of a certain age are telling stories to people of other generations who have no idea what the storyteller is talking about:
Back when Lady Katherine was single and living in New Orleans, I visited her on weekends. We went out for dinner one wintry Friday, in the kind of weather the tourism folks don't tell you about.
I was surfing Twitter on Monday to see what folks had to say about the Sunday evening travesty in Atlanta and the New Orleans mega-party, and came across this exchange, which made my day.
Frances Pickering Billeaud says, "My dad, Jack Pickering, was with Desi Arnaz’s band (before the 'I Love Lucy' show), and the band was on tour a good part of many years.
A while back we reported on a "camo wedding," where the wedding party (including the bride) was dressed in camouflage clothing, and decorations were around a hunting theme.
Robert Cabes, a Lafayette attorney, says a reader's story about proper dress for a court appearance reminded him of his visit to the Allen Parish courthouse in Oberlin to argue a motion:
The phone callers who invade your privacy in an effort to sell you stuff (when everyone knows you should only sell stuff through ads in The Advocate) are reaching new depths of deception:
Annabelle Armstrong says the congregation at Baton Rouge's Broadmoor Presbyterian Church on the Sunday before New Year's Day was small, with only 55 people in attendance. So they opted to meet in the fellowship hall for a service and brunch.
This modest proposal by Donald C. Burnham might not sit too well with our friends in Georgia, since the Union general mentioned caused some unpleasantness there during the Civil War:
The closing of Hymel's Seafood Restaurant in Convent brought many tales about the landmark eatery, treasured by lovers of fried seafood and frosty fishbowls of beer.
I always enjoy hearing about true characters — larger-than-life folks, and such originals that when you describe them it sounds fictional. Here's a tale of one such character: