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
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.
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.”
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!
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.
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
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!
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.