Letters!

Okay, some letters, but mostly filled with hate. Here’s a sample:

“You were really hard on him. I mean, really hard, in your blog…”

– anonymous

San Diego, CA

That was in response to this post dealing with the passing of my uncle from a couple days ago. Yes, I was hard on the life that he had led, but I loved him and have wished for a long time that he’d clean up and figure out how to be well and get on with life. As I alluded to in that post, I was enamored of his quick wit. His ability to turn a phrase on a dime and give a nickel change. His connection to his generation, mine, and his daughter’s that could yield a pop culture reference to leave all of us spinning—and in awe.

That’s the waste, and that’s what we mourn.

I guess I shouldn’t make apologies for the comments I made in that post, so I won’t. I’ll only temper them to say that when I try to remember my christening as an infant, I can only recall Uncle Tim’s smiling face carrying me down the aisle to be doused. I’m told that this didn’t really happen, that only my real godparents were allowed to do that, but that’s the image I still hold. That, and the stencil outline of the Zig-Zag guy spray painted on the door of my uncle’s British Ford panel van. And a lot more that I shouldn’t go into here…

Where has your Beautiful And Talented Bride™ gone?

– anonymous

San Diego, CA

She doesn’t want to be a subject of the the blog anymore. She never did, actually, and she doesn’t think that her life should be a part of the spectacle made global in this thing. I disagree strongly. In fact, as this is my forum, I should have total editorial control, right? Well, yes, that’s right.

I just don’t want to fall on that particular sword at this particular moment. But that’s another story that I also can’t tell.

See? It’s tough out there.

Oh, I’m sure there will be more on this subject, but not right now.

Your best pal ever!

bob