Apr 8, 2013 11:02 War is hell for lover of coffee War is hell for lover of coffee smiley anders| April 08, 2013 Comments Dear Smiley: My brother-in-law was a Navy doctor assigned to the Marines in World War II, and made several island invasions with them. His only luxury was a regular shipment of Luzianne coffee from home. On one island that hadn’t been cleared of the Japanese, the enemy began shelling, and from a bomb crater he watched his tent take a hit. When the shelling stopped and he went to see what was left, he became angry — they had destroyed his porcelain enamel French-drip coffee pot. GEORGE E. McLEAN Metairie The money tree Dear Smiley: The 2-cent check from Entergy reminds me of my retirement fund. In 1996 I began getting a check from the IRS for $1.01 on each even-numbered year. I just laid them aside in my tax file for several years, and when they continued, I decided that this was a nice way to save for retirement. Checks kept coming every other year and the stack grew. When I decided to retire I got my stack of checks out, and quickly realized that I was going to have to rely on my back-up plan for retirement. I have been retired for several years now and am still saving the checks. Since I am in no hurry to leave this Earth I figure that one day I will have enough in this fund for my “final expenses.” JIM GAMMEL Zachary In high places Dear Smiley: Hadacol was a huge source of revenue for the Lafayette Post Office. Large trucks backing up to the post office docks with boxes of Hadacol, advertisements, etc., were common sights. One day, working the back docks, I witnessed a Cadillac drive up to the docks. It was Dudley J. LeBlanc (“Couzan Dud”) driving. Opening the trunk and back doors revealed hundreds of bottles of Hadacol addressed and stamped, ready for mailing. After unloading and beginning to sack items for dispatching to the train depot, it was noticed that all packages were going to Washington, D.C. We found that a bottle of Hadacol was going to the president, vice-president and every senator and representative in Washington, plus other major officials. Can’t say if Washington improved any or not. IRVING A. DOMINGUE Lafayette Mother knows best Dear Smiley: As a youngster sitting around the house I exclaimed to Mom, “I’m bored.” Her immediate response: “Go outside and play.” Well, did I ever! Now, 50 years later, I am a full-time outdoor outfitter. We enjoy fishing, hunting, swamp tours, frogging, collecting cypress wood, bird watching, photography, canoeing, kayaking and the beauty of the swamps and marshes (unfortunately, many take these things for granted). I have come to realize that with all this in the great state of Louisiana, there is no such thing as being bored, only boring people! Go outside and play! VIC LaBORDE Pierre Part Story time Dear Smiley: Lifelong friend Capt. Dewey Wilson passed away recently. He was a blue-water mariner who traveled the oceans of the world, bringing back many tales of the sea. He was quick to point out the difference between a fairy tale and a sea story. In his words, a fairy tale began with “Once upon a time,” while a sea story began with, “Now, this ain’t no bull.” BUTCH FELTERMAN Patterson Aging process Dear Smiley: Your mention of Hadacol reminds me of this: “It used to be wine, women and song; Spend money like you’re rich. Now it’s Metrecal, the same old gal, And Sing Along with Mitch.” T. MED HOGG Baton Rouge Have a ball Dear Smiley: One of the funniest stories I heard recently came from an obituary, of all things. A few weeks ago, Earl Weaver died. He was one of the best baseball managers of all time, but he was also rude, abrasive and argumentative. One night his team, the Baltimore Orioles, was involved in a tight game. Bottom of the ninth, two outs. The Orioles trailed by a run. Weaver sent in a young player to pinch hit. He struck out and the Orioles lost. Weaver was beside himself with rage. He screamed at the young player when he returned to the dugout. He continued to rant and rave and curse for several minutes. The young player, a devout Christian, waited. Finally he spoke up: “Earl,” he told his manager, “I pray that one day you may walk with the Lord.” Weaver glared at him. “Oh yeah? Well, I pray that one day you may walk with the bases loaded.” THOMAS MURREL Church Point Write Smiley at email@example.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.