Occasionally we pause in our examination of Major World Affairs to consider the generation gap and the way technology is widening it.
For example, this story from Faye Hoffman Talbot, of Clinton:
"I recently had a conversation with two young adults about filing our income tax. This couple was young enough to be my grandchildren.
"I said, 'I mailed mine last Friday.'
"The young lady said, 'Mailed?'
"It didn't dawn on me that in this day and age 'snail mail' has become a dinosaur."
Don't shoot the clown!
Marsha R. addresses the issue of arming teachers:
"When I asked a teacher about the idea she said, 'If you give a teacher a gun there's no telling who she'd shoot.'"
This issue resonates with me because as a class clown during my high school days at Istrouma, I would have been in considerable danger from teachers who tired of my antics.
For example: One of my English teachers was Coleen Cole, a youthful lady just out of college and one of my favorites.
I had art class just before her class, and once when we had some free time my buddies and I mixed some paint to get the color of fresh blood. We then applied the paint to one of my arms, so that it appeared to be oozing gore.
When I walked into Coleen's class a short time later, I showed her the gaping wound and said, "Miss Cole, I cut myself!"
She appeared to be going into shock, so I quickly revealed the hoax, hoping she would be amused.
She wasn't — and if she had been packing heat that day, I would have been in BIG trouble…
The rest of the story
Coleen Cole, the above-mentioned teacher, later became Coleen Cole Salley, distinguished professor of children's literature and library science at the University of New Orleans and was my high school English teacher.
Prior to her death, she was one of New Orleans' most beloved characters, presiding as queen of the one-woman Krewe of Coleen during Carnival.
In 1997, she presented me with a copy of a children's book about her, "To Market, To Market," by Anne Miranda, and wrote in it, "I needed this book when I was trying to teach you to read!"
A belated Mardi Gras story from Gene Johnson Sr., of Gonzales:
"My wife Pamela and I once went to a Mardi Gras parade with her family. When a group of horses and riders stopped in front of us, Pamela asked one of the riders for the big white pearl beads around his neck.
"'Sure, for a kiss,' he said. Kisses were traded and beads went around Pamela's neck.
"Then her brother, not to be outdone, asked the rider for beads.
"The response was, 'You have to kiss my horse.'
"Without hesitation he stepped up and gave the horse a big kiss. Beads went around his neck, and the horse and rider rode off with the rider laughing and shaking his head."
Helen Creed, of Jackson, says her husband Gerald lost his 1949 ULL (then SLI, Southwestern Louisiana Institute) graduation ring at an LSU basketball game two years ago. The Athletic Department and LSU Police were contacted, but the treasured ring was not found.
The ring has his name engraved on the inside, and two weeks ago it surfaced on Facebook.
Says Helen, "A lovely lady, Wanda, contacted us, as she recognized his last name, and returned it to us.
"A happy ending to a sad two years. Thanks, Wanda!"
All washed up
Mary Kay Cowen, of Marrero, tells of a puzzle involving fractions:
"Looking at real estate ads one morning with my husband, Mark, I saw an ad stating the house has 3.2 bathrooms.
"We all know that a half-bath is a room with a toilet and a sink. Musing over this, Mark concluded a room with just a sink or just a toilet would be a 1/3-bath, so perhaps a closet with just a bowl and pitcher, like you see on the Westerns, might be the 2/10ths of a bath."
Tiny scarlet jewels dot bush
Triumph over snow