Particle physics art

Smiley: A thief turns into an art object | Smiley Ander

Dear Smiley: When I met my wife, Sandi, eight years ago, I happily welcomed her two black lab mixes into our blended family.

Max, the 72 pound male, is a sweet and affectionate dog. He does, however, have a less than endearing trait. He is a very accomplished and persistent kleptomaniac.

He likes nothing better than to slip into a forbidden part of the house at night to steal some personal object, to chew on at will.

This habit hit a personal low when I discovered a mass of bright blue goo in his bed. Further inspection revealed it to be a well-chewed tube of blue paint that he had apparently stolen from Sandi’s workshop/office. (She’s a special educator, but also quite a prolific artist.)

With the unmistakable proof of theft smeared across Max’s nose and muzzle, I took him to my wife and proclaimed that his artistic work had now reached the level of that late great artist, George Rodrigue.

When she asked me what I meant, I pointed to the offending dog and said she now had her own personal version of “The Blue Dog.”

DENNIS D. RITTER JR.

The Woods, Texas

joy of destruction

Dear Smiley: Watching Tennessee fans demolish their goal post after defeating Alabama reminded me of Nicholls State University’s 1975 Gulf State Conference championship game at Thibodaux.

Harlon Gautreaux and I were among the first on the field after the victory, me who welcomed Harlon on the crossbar.

But due to physics and a substantial amount of Jack Daniels, Harlon toppled over and fell, knocking himself unconscious.

As the goal posts were knocked down by the student body, I felt the hand of the state police on my shoulder. I was put in a patrol car and we followed the ambulance taking Harlon to the hospital. After his release, diagnosed as “drunk”, we were handed over to campus security.

We reported hundreds of students carrying the goal posts on their shoulders outside campus security, but we were found to be the culprits.

That changed when Dean Duncan (Dean of Men) stormed into the building and excitedly asked for our release, so we could join in the celebration.

If I remember correctly, one of the uprights was proudly displayed in our Pike House on Green Street.

Pierre DASSEY

Kenner

snow days

Dear Smiley: I think back to our TV entertainment in the 60s. At Metairie we only had three main channels, and a few weird ones that you could barely call TV.

Dad was a huge LSU football fan, and on Sunday nights one of the stations in Baton Rouge played the “Cholly Mac Show.”

Dad would come out to turn on the roof antenna and listen to us shouting, “Stop! No, step back a bit! Wait a little longer…”

Finally we have a picture. If you squint, it would be visible through the “snow” on the screen. I believe that was my introduction to the coming era of high technology!

BOB CIMO

Prairieville

Dead Air Blues

Dear Smiley: Everyone talks about black and white TV, only four channels, rotating the antenna, etc.

But no one mentioned that in the late 1950s and early 1960s, those four channels went offline every night.

Around midnight, they would play the national anthem, with Air Force jets flying overhead, followed by a test pattern.

Wondering what today’s generation would do if the 300+ channels shut down at midnight?

RICHIE SCHEGA

Mandeville

Paper hunt

Dear Smiley: I read the stories of the “rolling houses”, as well as daily sightings around our little town.

I find it quite ironic that just two years ago, when we were all under the siege of COVID, a roll of toilet paper couldn’t be found anywhere – at any price!

MOUNT BRIGGS

Crowley