Smiley: The other kind of camp Smiley: The other kind of camp smiley anders| April 08, 2013 Comments This tale by Julie Steed Kammer, of Metairie, shows that in this part of the world, certain words don’t always mean what they do elsewhere: “This weekend, I told my daughter, 5, that she would be going to camp this year during the summer. “Anna Grace: ‘I don’t want to go.’ “Me: ‘Why not? You’ll have a great time with your friends.’ “Anna Grace: ‘Well, OK … but I’m not shooting a deer.’ ” Colorful coffee “Italian Banana” adds to our coffee stories: “I had an eye doctor appointment recently, and as I was leaving, I noticed a table in the lobby where patients could get a complimentary cup of coffee. “It was still early morning, so I decided to get a cup. “I poured some coffee into the plastic foam cup, and noticed the coffee was green. “Without anyone noticing me, I placed it in the trash dispenser. “I went to the next pot of coffee and poured another cup. “Much to my amazement, this coffee looked green also. “Without hesitation, I went over to the lady at the appointment desk and told her somebody needed to throw away the coffee because it was green and old. “She said, ‘Sir, did you have your eyes dilated?’ “I slowly walked out of the building, without turning back to see if anyone was laughing.” On the avenue Laura Claverie, of the St. Charles Avenue Association, says that a famed New Orleans street has been named to a list of “America’s Favorite Streets” in a Facebook campaign by Smart Growth America of Washington, D.C. The listing cited the avenue’s historic streetcars, grand homes, canopy of oak trees and parades. “We are most proud of this wonderful honor for our beloved St. Charles Avenue,” says Robert C. Hassinger, president of the association. “For centuries, it has defined the elegance and character of our great city.” Which reminds me Before Lady Katherine finally yielded to my whining and consented to marry me, she lived in New Orleans for two years — one year just off Esplanade and one year just off St. Charles (on Constantinople Street, where Ignatius Reilly resided earlier and fictionally). When I went to New Orleans for weekend visits, we had a Sunday afternoon ritual — a streetcar ride to Camellia Grill for hot chocolate pecan pie topped with vanilla ice cream, one of the world’s most decadent desserts. We were seated at the counter munching pie one afternoon when Lady K noticed two young women on stools next to us. They had British accents, and they were eyeing her pie with interest. So she passed it over to them and said, “Here, have a taste … it’s delicious!” They at first seemed a bit embarrassed and turned down the offer, but when she repeated it, they did indeed have a taste and ordered the same dish for themselves. As we chatted, they kept expressing amazement that she would offer them a taste of her pie, and said it wasn’t something they’d encountered elsewhere. “Is it a New Orleans thing?” one of them asked. “Well, you could say it’s a Southern thing,” Lady K told them. Lesson learned Mildred “Millie” Caldwell, reminding us that March is Colorectal Cancer Awareness Month, tells this story: “I am 87 years old. When I was 45, I received the shocking diagnosis of colon cancer. I had a hemicolectomy and immediately changed my lifestyle. I started walking and biking and changed my diet.” She strongly recommends regular screenings such as the colonoscopy, which she says can save lives. “For 25 years, I volunteered at the Mary Bird Perkins Cancer Center, receiving the Volunteer of the Year award. “Actually, cancer taught me how to live my life. I continue to learn and grow every day.” Special People Dept. Sarah Gray celebrated her 94th birthday March 17. Her sister Jeanne McVay Wallace celebrated her 92nd birthday Feb. 10. And praying at both Joel Thibodeaux says, “My sister-in-law Betty Thibodeaux made this comment about our other sister-in-law Glenda: “‘Glenda is doing that novena on Tuesday nights. So I have to remember if it is Tuesday or Wednesday to know where Glenda is. “‘If it is Tuesday, she is at the novena, and if it is Wednesday, she is at the casino.’ “My husband, Ron, says this is ‘life in south Louisiana.’ ” Put pep in your step Joe Guilbeau, of Plaquemine, recalls this about Dudley J. LeBlanc’s tonic Hadacol: “In the beginning, the formula for Hadacol was a highly guarded secret. “Later, colorful ‘Cousin Dud’ revealed that it consisted of minerals, vitamins and alcohol. “He said the minerals gave you more strength, the vitamins gave you more energy, and the alcohol gave you ideas on what to do with your new-found strength and energy.” 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.