Smiley: Strong people, strong brew Smiley: Strong people, strong brew smiley anders| April 08, 2013 Comments Several readers have observed that Louisiana coffee is to Nawthun coffee as stout is to light beer. Melvin Daigle has a story that illustrates this point: “Mom made really strong coffee in a drip pot and served it in a demitasse. “Once, while fishing with friends from another state, Mom served coffee to them. “One said, ‘This coffee is something to write home about.’ “The other one said, ‘Hey, you could write home WITH it.’ ” A Southern thing Linda Whitman, of Denham Springs, says friends from Illinois came for a visit during Carnival season, “so naturally we took them to the Spanish Town Mardi Gras Parade. “I would stop and speak to total strangers, and as we walked away they would ask me if I knew the people.” However, they got into the spirit of things pretty quickly. Linda says one of the ladies got in a tug of war over beads. And another tried her hand at speaking Southern by saying, “Well, butter my butt and call me Biscuit.” Linda informed her that some other Southernism would probably be more appropriate. She adds, “Needless to say, they had fun and found a lot of Southern hospitality.” Intensive care Algie Petrere thanks “the wonderful staff” at Ochsner Medical Center on O’Neal Lane. She says that during her stay there “The nurses and nursing assistants were superb. They were always attentive and cheerful, and never failed to ask if there was anything else they could do for you. “Even the lady who cleaned the room asked this.” Algie says she gave them a laugh “when I called and asked if they could send someone down to take a ladybug off my TV screen. “I was watching a ball game and she was crawling all over the field. “No, I wasn’t in the psych ward.” Laughing matter Mona Bernard, of Lafayette, says a great source of Boudreaux-Thibodeaux jokes is the “Down de Bayou” Facebook page of Bill Magill: “Bill shares an original joke every day. Check out his page to start your day with a chuckle.” Reality checks “F.J. from Central” says our mention of checks for very small amounts “reminded me of the two I’ve been holding on to for about 18 years (they are probably still trying to reconcile the bank accounts). “One is for a 2-cent refund from BellSouth; the other is for 4 cents for an oil royalty interest my mother had (no, it was NOT declared on the succession papers; sorry, siblings). “Whenever land men come around to sell us fantastic riches if we lease our property, I show them this for a reality check. “My devious niece suggested I call the oil company and say I lost the check, and that they should stop payment on it (cost about $25) and reissue it.” Off to Africa Rose Rolfsen says her granddaughter and her sorority, Pi Beta Phi, are raising funds to go to Harare, Zimbabwe, for two weeks this summer: “They will be caring for young orphans, but also teaching and showing them the love they may not have felt before. “The girls have raised some funds by working at Alex Box Stadium and with various fundraisers, but still need more. “Please donate by check to ‘Legacy Mission Village.’ Mail to Julia Jackson, 12317 N. Oak Hills Parkway, Baton Rouge, LA 70810.” Mr. Fix-it Carolyn “Tini” Thibaut, of Napoleonville, says the reader who needs a typewriter fixed might try Lagarde Typewriter. The shop, she says, “is ancient and loaded with machines of various sorts.” She advises calling (985) 447-4643 and leaving a message. Selective assistance Charlotte Williams, of Pride, says when son Jeremy’s wife, Tiffany, was undergoing chemo treatments for breast cancer, she told her grandsons Grant, 6, and Beau, 4, that they needed to help their mother by making their beds, clearing the dishes and folding clothes. Charlotte says, “They came to stay with us after one of her treatments. “I asked them to come help Gram fold clothes, and reminded them it was like helping Mama. “Beau said, ‘There’s nobody sick at this house!’ “I told him to get his behind in here to help fold clothes. “Needless to say, he did!” Dry humor Dan Burkhalter, the Carencro Curmudgeon, tells of the time Boudreaux entered a raffle and won a 40-foot boat with two 250-horsepower motors. When he got home with his boat, he couldn’t wait to get it on the water, so he put it in his pasture and sat in it practicing his casting. Thibodeaux came by for a visit, and saw Boudreaux in his boat with his casting rod. “Boo, what are you doing?” asked Thibodeaux. “Fishing,” Boudreaux told him. Thibodeaux then said, “If I could swim I’d come join you.” 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.