Perry Anderson Snyder says he’s learned that 4 is not too young for a guy to start making college plans:
“During a recent field trip to LSU to check on Mike the Tiger, my wife Cindy and our grandson Anderson encountered a freshman orientation group.
“Predictably, the 4-year-old wanted to know who they were.
“ ‘They’re students getting ready to start school here,’ was his grandmother’s response.
“Arriving home, Anderson asked his ‘Nini’ to help him draw up a list of items they’d need for college.
“Cindy’s off-to-school list was compiled first. It included books, pencils, pens and Scotch tape, along with makeup, earrings and a necklace. (Apparently, the lad wanted grandmother to blend her studies with a social life.)
“His list differed from grandmother’s. First was a football, followed by baseballs, bats, helmets, video games and a fishing pole. Upon reflection, he had her add note pad, rubber bands, a book and a pencil.
“The lists completed, Cindy asked Anderson what he planned to do his first night on campus.
“His reply is one his mother, our daughter Sarah, is saving for the day he leaves home:
“ ‘Nini,’ he said thoughtfully, ‘I’m going to brush my teeth, wash my face, put on my jammies and go to bed.’
“May he do precisely that come fall 2027!”
T. Med Hogg’s story illustrates the problems that can be caused by hasty actions:
“When I was discharged from the Army Air Corps in World War II, I was paid travel expenses from Santa Ana Army Air Base in California to my home in Poplar Bluff, Mo.
“Having worked for the Missouri Pacific Railroad before my enlistment, I wired them for a free pass to take the train home.
“I wanted to keep the travel money and rely on the MoPac for free transportation. (I am of Scottish heritage, you know.)
“I was staying with a cousin in Santa Monica, and when a week went by and the railroad pass hadn’t come, I got antsy and set out hitchhiking.
“The first ride I got let me off in the middle of Death Valley. (The recent heat wave out there reminded me of it.)
“There was no shade and the heat in the sun was unbearable. Luckily I found an old 4-by-8 sign on a sand dune, propped one end on my barracks bag and crawled under it to get in the shade.
“It wasn’t too long until a car came along and I got a ride into Las Vegas, where I got in a hot hotel room and was sick all night. But I got back on the road the next morning.
“Later I was told the pass came the next day, and I could have ridden all the way home in an air-conditioned Pullman car.”
Tom Parker, of Lafayette, says, “You missed a one-liner chance on Saturday’s tale of the Nashville native’s crawfish purchase of 14 pounds of live mudbugs for 10 people.
“You should have asked, ‘What did the other nine people eat?’ ”
Melanie Hanley says the July issue of Southern Living has a feature on Southern community cookbooks, titled “Spiral Bound South.”
It includes photos of representative cookbook covers — one of which, she’s proud to announce, is “C’est un Soupçon,” published by the Louisiana Arts and Science Center.
I always enjoy recognizing folks who have observed birthdays in the 90-plus range, or anniversaries of 50 years or more.
Darlene Flatt tells of one benefit of these recognition items:
“Thank you for publishing our 61th anniversary on the 4th of July. We got calls from all over — mostly from people who thought we were dead.”
From Robert and Edna Smiley:
“Childhood is like being drunk. Everyone remembers what you did — except you!”
Phil Hannaman says, “The seminar on quirky signs and slogans has brought up an old favorite of mine.
“I was traveling the road between Breaux Bridge and St. Martinville in the early ’90s.
“There was a spray-painted sign advertising a salvage yard. The sign simply said, ‘Salvage — Uppa Head.’”
Eldridge McGee tells of a billboard he saw off the interstate in northeastern Atlanta.
Beneath the company name was this message: “Not just another clip joint.”
It was for a vasectomy clinic.
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.
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