Smiley: No sympathy Smiley: No sympathy smiley anders Feb. 12, 2014 Comments “I shouldn’t have forwarded this,” says Perry A. Snyder. “The devil made me do it as the late, great Flip Wilson would say.” He’s talking about a message to him from his son, Scott, in Prairieville, showing pictures of a handful of snow on the roof of his home. Scott asked him, “What should I do about the accumulation of snow on my roof? Lowe’s and Home Depot are out of snowblowers. Should I try to shovel it off or would that damage the shingles? Wait for it to melt and hope we don’t get any snow?” Seeking advice from those more experienced with snow, Perry forwarded Scott’s note about “digging out from the Blizzard of ’14” to “family and friends in Cindy’s home state of Wisconsin. He reports, “With a predicted low that day of -20 in Eau Claire, recipients responded with emails that are unprintable.” Idle hands Ernie Gremillion says, “I’m not sure if any scientific study has ever been made on this subject, but I can attest with a 100 percent degree of accuracy that cabin fever brought on by miserable cold conditions increases the amount of emails one receives by approximately four times.” (Not to mention Facebook posts pointing out the fact that it is cold outside.) Find your Calcutta T-Bob Taylor, of Panama City Beach, Fla., says when Mother Teresa was in New Orleans urging politicians to remember the poor, an onlooker grabbed her, saying, “I’m coming with you to Calcutta.” T-Bob says, “She stopped in her tracks and responded with the following: ‘Stay where you are. Find your own Calcutta. Find the sick, the suffering and the lonely right there where you are. …’ ” High praise Jim Nichols says, “On Monday, Seattle Seahawks head coach Pete Carroll was quoted as saying that the NFL should allow medical use of marijuana for players. “On Tuesday, a poll was published showing that Pete Carroll was the head coach they would most like to play for. “Think it’s a coincidence?” Tamale memories Barbie Maderson was one of a number of readers from the New Orleans area to tell us that the hot tamales a reader recalled were from Manuel’s: “Manuel’s Hot Tamales had a stand on South Carrollton near Jesuit High. “And yes, the guys always told us they used meat from cats. We did not believe them. “My husband Terry said he and some other guys would wait until almost midnight to go to Manuel’s, in hopes that there were some left which he would sell at a discount. “Sometimes they would get two or three dozen for the price of one dozen. “(And Manuel told them he preferred Persian cats from the 3rd Ward.)” Seafood bounty Erving Salvadras says, “Reading your column brought back memories of my dad. “He worked for Shell Oil Co. in Louisiana out in the marsh doing seismograph work. “He and his fellow workers would meet shrimp and oyster men and trade cigarettes for shrimp and oysters, the largest I ever saw. “It was a feast!” Thanks, Frosty Bob Robert Blackledge revealed he is the poet “Frosty Bob,” who penned “Stopping by Lawns on a Snowy Morning,” which appeared in the Tuesday column, just in time for our snow day. He says, “Thanks for a brief stroll down a snowy memory lane.” Special delivery “I live in East Riveroaks subdivision on the east side of Baton Rouge,” says Claude Nall. “I would like to extend a grateful thanks to the lady who delivers our Advocate. I don’t know her name, although we have talked a couple of times when I went out for the paper and she was delivering it. “Neither rain nor snow nor dark of night keeps her from her appointed rounds. “The paper is always in the driveway at 5 a.m. With all the ice on the roads, it was there as usual Wednesday morning. “That kind of devotion to a job is commendable!” Special People Dept. Richard and Maudry Hebert, of Pierre Part, celebrated their 57th anniversary on Jan. 19. Boil alert “Cootsie from Slaughter” says, “I found Harriet St. Amant’s chemical formulation for holy water (H2OMG) very interesting. “I was told how to make holy water back in the ’60s, but didn’t know ‘boiling the hell out of it’ actually involved a chemical change. Live and learn!” That’s cold! Algie Petrere offers this cold-weather tale: “Just got off the phone with a friend who lives in Greenwood, Maine: “She said that since early this morning the snow has been nearly waist high and is still falling. The temperature is 32 below zero and the north wind is increasing to near gale force. Wind chill is -59. “Her husband has done nothing but look through the kitchen window and just stare. “She says that if it gets much worse, she may have to let the drunken so-and-so in.” Write Smiley at Smiley@theadvocate.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.