Finding the right notes
LETTERS from the field. From Delaware, Mr. Weir on our universities’ religious hate: “Our forefathers formed this nation under Judeo-Christian beliefs. And came here thanks to ‘In God We Trust.’ We have gotten off our sacred trust.”
NYC’s Clotilde: “We’re now fighting ‘the immense sanctimony of posterity’ that we impose, in ways we think we know better.”
I am enormously grateful for Jim, plus many others appreciating my Mother’s Day column. His own mom’s having “her own journey through these last years.”
Readers are writing from Shrewsbury, Mass.; Cambridge, Maine; Washington, DC’s Mr. Patterson, Elaine from Center Moriches, Pat from New Haven, Conn.
In ink, Chappie wrote on back of one of my pieces: “Keep columns coming. Just do it!”
My fan letters usually begin “Dear Stupid,” so I’m grateful for Elaine from Center Moriches, LI, whose envelope is stamped “Artrageous Woman.” The envelope from Hughes, from The Bronx, reads “Day Spring.”
From Howard Beach: “Read about our own Battle of Long Island.” Who knew we had one. A historian sent 20 handwritten pages. To me, any battle on Long Island was just taking the LIE to Amagansett.
Connecticut’s Pat Florio sends love.
Lawyer Mendes tells me “keep working.”
Long pen-and-ink handwritten pages plus a photo copy from a book tell me exactly how “Peter Stuyvesant lost his leg.” From a cannonball. Not sure I need to know that now — but it reads just like what’s happening today in DC.
Bunny, from Central Park West, sent an empty folder. She’d forgotten to put jokes in it. Then came a full one with: “Guy on a plane carrying two dead raccoons. Attendant: ‘Sorry, only one carrion per passenger.’ ”
Jim from somewhere north and Bronxite Mr. Hughes and Angie from Maryland forward good wishes.
I’m grateful that people so far from NYC’s civilization are Post readers.
AN aged Floridian came here to experience our town last week. He painted the town beige.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.