This tale, from Gerald Wray, of Pride, is dedicated to all working couples who share a bathroom:
“My wife, Kathy, wakes up before me and starts her morning routine of getting ready for work.
“I usually just lie in bed and wait, because I know the ‘process’ usually takes 30-45 minutes to complete.
“But one day last week I needed to get going a little sooner than normal.
“As I walked into the bathroom to try and get ready, I walked through her curling iron/blow-drying/ hair-spraying ritual.
“She stopped and looked at me like I was insane, and said, ‘You’re walking through my HAIR SPACE!’
“I think I need to hire one of those out-of-work air traffic controllers who got laid off during the sequester, or else there may be an accident at my house — and I’ll be the one getting grounded.”
Cool once more
A reader says, “In our sun room is a 1940s Remington portable typewriter which belonged to my father-in-law.
“My great-nephews, 6 and 7, were fascinated by the little gadget, and wanted to know what it was and how it worked.
“So I fetched two sheets of paper and showed them how to correctly align the paper.
“One tried to gently press the keys, similar to using a computer keyboard. When I showed him how to strike one key quickly and an ‘a’ appeared on the paper, he said ‘COOL.’
“The little ones wanted to take a turn on the old typewriter. One of the boys clutched his paper from the typewriter and was thrilled to be bringing home his treasure.
“Now I really feel like a dinosaur.”
Kids on a train
“Barber Bob” Irwin, of Amite, adds to our train adventures:
He says when he was in third grade and his brother was in fifth grade, their parents put them on the Panama Limited to visit their aunt in Chicago:
“Next door to our room some older guys (probably age 15 or so) were playing cards, and tried to get us in the game, but we turned down the invitation.
“There was a shoe locker in our room, and I put my shoes in it when I went to bed.
“The next morning I woke up and found my shoes gone, and I panicked. I would have to meet my aunt and uncle in Chicago without my shoes!
“Just then the porter came by with a cart full of shoes he had removed from the lockers during the night to polish.
“I took my shiny shoes from him, and was so excited I didn’t tip him. But I imagine my parents had tipped him well to look after us on our first train ride.”
Rose Marie Powell says a lot of memories were revisited when St. Joseph Academy’s Class of 1934 held its first reunion — a luncheon at the school attended by the three surviving members of the class of 20 students.
They were Jennie Crifasi Fonte, of Houston, Mary Olive Delacroix Olds and Rae Montecino Romeo (Rose Marie’s mother).
Rose Marie says, “It was delightful for those of us in attendance as the ladies reminisced about teachers and classmates.
“One of their memories was playing ball at the jail, but there was a difference of opinion as to where the jail was located.
“Listening to them talk about their school days, it was hard to believe that these events took place nearly 80 years ago.”
All you have to do to win an award is swim 800 meters (about half a mile) in False River, ride your bike 18.6 miles and run a 5K (3.1 miles) faster than your fellow triathletes.
Contact Patrick O’Brien at (225) 454-3146 or email@example.com.
The memorial, sponsored by Avita Drugs Pharmacy, features Metro Council member Donna Collins-Lewis, the New Orleans Gay Men’s Chorus and a jazz funeral with music by the Michael Foster Project.
Contact Lori Lauve at (225) 927-1269, ext. 111, or firstname.lastname@example.org.
Special People Dept.
Manuel F. Gan celebrated his 92nd birthday Tuesday. He is a World War II veteran, and was serving at Pearl Harbor when it was attacked in 1941.
A man’s world?
Perry Anderson Snyder tells this one:
“One evening our daughter and son-in-law dined with colleagues from the LSU Student Health Center, where she works.
“Our son Scott was selected to ‘big-boy-sit’ (not baby-sit) his 4-year-old nephew.
“Two hours of Builder Bob construction in their den produced a world-class mess.
“That prompted the dutiful uncle to say, ‘Anderson, it’s time to pick things up.’
“Without hesitation, he replied, and with a straight face, ‘No we don’t. We’re guys.’ ”
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