Sep 2, 2014 07:24 Smiley: The fly and the birdie Smiley: The fly and the birdie smiley anders Sept. 02, 2014 Comments Charlie Zachariah says his golfing story “cannot be doubted, since it was witnessed by a newspaperman, and they never lie.” His evidence is a yellowed clipping from the weekly paper in Napoleonville about the “Crawfish Tournament” held there in the ’50s. The story tells how Charlie tried for a birdie putt, but the ball hung on the lip of the cup: “A fly settled calmly on the top center of the ball and the ball slightly wavered. Zachariah’s companions said they saw his lips move in a prayer, and Mr. Fly, at that instant, scooted to the side of the ball facing the hole. “The fly’s weight was the difference — the ball went ‘plunk.’ “Zachariah got his birdie via the help of Mr. Fly.” Hubig’s and Monkey Hill Regarding our Yat contest, Nancy Jurasinski says she grew up in New Orleans and “didn’t know there were different names for these until I married a guy from Baton Rouge and settled here: The stuff you spread on a sandwich is definitely pronounced “mynez,” and “you are definitely a Yat if you catch the streetcar on the neutral ground or get a brake tag for your car.” Bill Quinn says you might be a Yat if “you long for the days when we had Hubig pies and roast beef po-boys at Parasol’s in the Irish Channel!” Dick Knight, of Covington, says you are surely a Yat if you ever made groceries at Schwegmann’s. Steve Koehler, of Metairie, says you might be a Yat “if you think that purple, green and gold actually go together.” Or “If you know where every pothole is on your way to visit Yamomenem.” Or “If your favorite underwear is decorated with fleur-de-lis.” Or “If you prepared for your ski vacation by sliding down Monkey Hill on cardboard.” Remembering Bill Bill Michelet, a New Orleans native who never quite lost his accent, would have loved the Yat series. Bill, who died Monday, was a true giant on the Baton Rouge public relations scene, and later in mass communication education at LSU’s Manship School. When I was a green PR guy at the Chamber of Commerce, trying to make the switch from newspapers, Bill, Bell South’s PR man, was a valuable source of advice and encouragement. His tireless work with the Public Relations Association of Louisiana and the Baton Rouge Press Club, among others, helped make them the successful organizations they are today. On top of that, he was one of the world’s most affable men. Carl Enna, a former Baton Rouge radio guy now in Little Rock, wrote me to say: “Bill was one who never was without a smile. Many of us young(er) media and PR types will be the losers…those who never will have the experience of being exposed to Bill. A sad time…a big loss…a great man.” That warm feeling Tom Toddy waxes nostalgic: “As a teenager in 1947, I can remember at least one large bakery that delivered fresh-baked bread to grocery stores every day. “Sometimes, the loaves were still warm to the touch. “Now I buy bread that the wrapper says is many days from expiration, only to find it has already started to get stale. “In conversations with family, friends and neighbors, I find that others are experiencing a similar bread situation. “If any of your readers know the secret to buying a fresh-baked loaf of bread, it would help many of us if they would pass the info along.” Special People Dept. Louise Haynes celebrates her 100th birthday on Thursday, Aug. 28. Ellis Peak celebrated his 90th birthday on Aug. 19. Leslie and Brenda Felder, of Denham Springs, celebrate their 55th anniversary on Thursday, Aug. 28. The Crisco Kid Tony Falterman, of Napoleonville, says my Tuesday item about the Cajun bar patron Lue-lue “reminded me about my first campaign for sheriff. “Tony Guarisco was running for the state Senate, and we both happened to be speaking at that same Belle River bar. “At the end of our speeches, Lue-lue was given the mike and asked for whom he was voting. “His response: ‘Foster and Crisco!’” Generator gap Maw Maw Betty, of French Settlement, says, “On Monday our electricity was out for about 45 minutes. “Thirteen-year-old Taylor kept complaining about how hot it was, and about the lack of wi-fi for her iPod. “I told her to chill out, and that back in the old days people did not even have electricity at all. “She said, ‘How did y’all live without electricity? I’ll bet y’all didn’t even have generators either!’” Know thyself Bearded Friend says our hitchhiking series reminded him of the story from legendary actor Kirk Douglas in his autobiography “The Ragman’s Son:” “He writes of picking up a thumbing soldier, who got in, looked at the driver, and said, ‘Good grief — do you know who you ARE?’” 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.