Smiley: Vision problem

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Dear Smiley: While waiting in the doctor’s office for the one-week checkup after cataract surgery, I overheard the elderly gentleman next to me tell his daughter, “I sure am getting a lot of wrinkles on my arms.”

She smiled and said, “Daddy, those wrinkles have been there a long time. Only now you can see them.”

Later I was telling my wife about my visit, and she said something to the effect of “Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

The good news is, I can see my face better. The bad news is, there may be some things I had rather not see better.

KIM ‘POPS’ SEAGO

Columbia, Tenn.

Tiny techies

Dear Smiley: I have come to the realization that my grandkids are technologically more advanced than I will ever be.

I spent the evening recently with two of my granddaughters, ages 5 and 2.

After spending a great deal of time having them give me a virtual tour of Disney World via an app — they’re planning a visit there later this year — it was time to get the little one to bed.

There was no fussing or arguing. She simply lay down and “iPadded” herself to sleep.

Needless to say, the 5-year-old beat me at every game she attempted to teach me.

I can now bypass my children and go straight to the grandkids when I need techno advice; they’re much more likely to help in a timely manner.

WENDY KEYSER

Baton Rouge

Mom in the middle

Dear Smiley: Remembering the days when women wore corsages to the LSU football games:

At an LSU-Texas A&M game I once sat next to a nice lady who had an LSU corsage on one shoulder and a Texas Aggie corsage on the other shoulder.

After a while I could contain my curiosity no longer, and asked her why she was wearing both.

She said she had a child in each school’s marching band.

Which led to my next question: “Who are you rooting for?”

Her answer was very simple: “The offense.”

MARY VERNOY

Metairie

Pound of flesh

Dear Smiley: My younger son, who grew up in Louisiana, moved to Nashville a couple of years ago.

He was elated to find that within the past few months a couple of Cajun staples are now available there. Community Coffee and crawfish are now for sale, although at a somewhat higher cost than here.

He told me that an acquaintance, a Nashville native, told him he had bought 14 pounds of live crawfish for a party.

“How many will be at the party?” my son asked.

“About 10 people,” the guy answered.

I hope they bring plenty of root beers!

DOUG JOHNSON

Watson

On the road

Dear Smiley: When I was a teenager in Bordelonville in the ’50s and early ’60s, my father and I would leave about 6 a.m. and head to New Orleans for a day of Tulane and LSU football.

It would take us about 4 to 4½ hours to make the trip to New Orleans.

The afternoon Tulane game was his favorite — he was the only diehard Tulane fan in Bordelonville.

Then we would drive to Baton Rouge for the LSU night game, arriving home after midnight.

What a wonderful 18 hours we had together, no matter what the outcome of the games.

After 25 years of defeat, I was happy for him in 1973 when Tulane broke that losing streak to LSU. He had never given up on the Green Wave.

LESLIE TASSIN

Baton Rouge

Down Memory Lane

Dear Smiley: My daughter Cathy, granddaughter Laura and I took a ride to New Roads last Saturday, for me to see where I was raised in the ’40s, at the old Tropical Gardens.

It was owned by my grandfather, Bert Bolen, and is no longer there.

We went to Satterfield’s to eat — thanks to Kellie, the sweet young lady who served us.

We took the new bridge from New Roads to St. Francisville — awesome.

This old lady had a wonderful Saturday afternoon.

TINY BOLEN FORBES

Baker

Blue Nun morning

Dear Smiley: As a native Yat, it is hard to see Brennan’s closed. Let’s hope the wonderful “Breakfast at Brennan’s” gets revived!

During my Loyola college days in the late ’70s I lived in a quasi-boarding home on Palmer Avenue. Paul, a roommate, worked at Brennan’s.

I was on a tight budget, so he helped me arrange for a Sunday “Breakfast at Brennan’s” with M.J., a classmate.

Paul let this poor college dude sneak in a bottle of Blue Nun wine bought from the K&B on Broadway and St. Charles to add to the festive enjoyment of our first Bananas Foster — elegantly served on fire!

I propose you to serve as mediator to help the Brennan brothers resolve the dispute. If you succeed, I’ll treat you to Bananas Foster at the reopening!

KEITH HORCASITAS

Baton Rouge

Dear Keith: Throw in some Blue Nun and I’ll give it a try.

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.