This is a somewhat famous sign on the royal road in Mountain View, California. To economize, the sign is shared by a gypsy and a dry cleaners. I passed by and saw the sign but did not see any mountains. Which is fair enough. My folks live in a town called Mt. Pleasant, which is flatter than an EEG of an audience member at an Al Gore speech. When it comes to cities, you can’t go by names.
Regulars will have noticed a diminution of posts and answers to comments these past two weeks. I’m traveling and particularly busy and I haven’t had the time to keep up. I anticipate this frenzied state will last about another week.
I also have a few hundred emails from you (yes, the word is hundreds); story tips, comments, requests to read this or that, and so forth. I appreciate these very much. But I do apologize that I cannot answer each email personally. I have not yet even been able to read them all.
It’s kind of curious. There are many regulars here, people whom we all know by their comments. There are also many who come but who never leave a comment. And many more who come and who prefer to comment via email. Earlier this week, a habitué sent a charming missive which stated, “You are a liar.” Another said, “Small-minded People like you are doomed to be miserable.” And then I got one that fixated on my growing lack of hair (“A bald head is not an indication that you have matured.”).
As far as emails go, I have noticed a distinct correlation between the sex of the sender and the level of vituperation. I’ll let you guess what this is.
Finally, dialogue. Have you ever remarked that a person or group asking for dialogue is interested in anything but? That instead it is a code word for, “You change your ways, because I’m not changing mine.”
Back to work! Oh, I was able to do a post this morning despite being busy by the simple expedient of arising at 4 am to a trilling car alarm. I went into the motel office at 6 for coffee and said to the clerk, “Aren’t car alarms great?” He replied, “Oh, I’m sorry. That’s actually my car. My battery died on my remote and I’m not allowed to leave the property until somebody relieves me.”