Forgive me gentle reader, but I’ve been remiss in checking my emails, regular mail, cards and correspondence. So, let’s get going.
“You asked me not to text while I was talking to you and you accused me of doing just that because I was looking at my lap while you were talking. How rude of you. — H.B., Merced
Well, I figured you were receiving a text because no one just looks down at his crotch and starts smiling.
You keep writing about the desert because you say your readers enjoy your stories and photos. I certainly don’t. Why don’t you stick your Meanderings? I don’t like them. — M.T., Madera