Tattoos were once found only on old sailors, carnival workers and persons who had been incarcerated for a time.
But now they’re everywhere — both everywhere you look and everywhere on the body. (I even have one, but that’s another story, for another day. …)
David Baker’s tattoo tale is about an old sailor, and requires a bit of explanation.
He says, “Aboard every ship there is a master at arms, the police of the ship.
“During his tour of inspections, any clothing left out and not stowed properly can be picked up and stamped with a big red ‘DC,’ meaning ‘discarded clothing.’
“So if we sailors disposed of anything we ‘DC’d’ it.
“There was a career bosun’s mate who, when he got married, had a red rose with his wife’s name tattooed on his shoulder.
“The marriage ended in divorce, and being 100 percent Navy, he goes to a tattoo parlor and has the red rose painted black and a red ‘DC’ tattooed over her name.”
Party on, dude!
George Lane says stories about LSU’s No. 13 ranking as a party school by the Princeton Review “reminds me of a previous party school ranking in Playboy magazine.
“In the ’60s, LSU didn’t appear in the top 10.
“Playboy explained, ‘LSU was omitted from our list because we didn’t want to compare amateurs to professionals.’ ”
Stephanie Hyde uses the Japanese haiku poetry form to describe her poison ivy:
“What has nature wrought?
Arms of bloody Braille haiku,
Skin inflamed with ‘art.’ ’’
The dogs of home
Jess Walker says an Advocate story on artist George Rodrigue’s iconic blue dogs “brought back a very pleasant memory that occurred on a trip to Europe a few years back.
“My wife and I were visiting in Munich, Germany, and decided to stroll downtown.
“We turned a corner into Maximiliansplatz, and there staring at us was one of Rodrigue’s blue dogs.
“An even bigger surprise was that the entire gallery was devoted to blue dogs.
“Later we found that Blue Dog Galleries were also in Carmel, Calif., and Japan, as well as New Orleans.
“Although not in the same category as finding grits in Anchorage, such surprises are a welcome way to be reminded of home.”
Rose Rolfsen says, “I was born and raised in northern Kentucky, and there was a heavy German population. (My maiden name was Schwartz.)
“A very popular breakfast dish there was goetta. It was made with pork, beef and steel-cut oats and seasonings.
“Is there anyone who still makes goetta? Email me at Rose.email@example.com.”
Dive into Delmont
Principal Jill W. Saia says that’s the name of Delmont Elementary School’s invitation to the community.
A welcoming event from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. Saturday features food, music by the Baton Rouge Drum Corps, science demonstrations by ExxonMobil and games with prizes that include school supplies, etc.
Special People Dept.
• Vera and Shorty Guidry, of Plaquemine, celebrate their 71st anniversary Friday.
• Candy and Joe Lackie celebrate their 61st anniversary Friday.
• Jack and Mary Cutrer celebrate their 61st anniversary Friday.
• Pete and Audrey Langlois, of Greenwell Springs, celebrate 51 years of marriage Saturday.
Here comes the sun
Cheryl Achord, of Greenwell Springs, recalls an episode of Rod Serling’s “Twilight Zone” TV show “where the Earth left its usual orbit headed on a collision course with the sun.
“Temperatures and tempers were flaring as the Earth neared the center of our solar system.
“I wonder if our current climate situation is life imitating art or art imitating life? Just saying. …”
Oh. Never mind…
Ernie Gremillion says, “Not able to play golf anymore, I usually meet my old golf group when they play the course close to my house and follow them for a few holes in a cart.”
Once Ernie was waiting for them at the hole when a golfer who had joined his two friends came up to him, assuming he was a course marshal, responsible for enforcing rules.
The new golfer complained to Ernie about the pair he was playing with, saying they were pretty bad golfers and very slow.
Says Ernie, “When I informed him I wasn’t a marshal, but just friends of the two guys he was playing with, he sped off to his ball rather rapidly.”