Letters to the editor, August 2007
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From: Karen S.
I found your website today and the article you wrote on mysticism. As you said, there is so much misinformation out there on this topic and a lot of junk to sort through, which takes time and a serious gut test.
This essay was clear and in line with my experience and knowledge. So, curiosity got the better of me. First, I am assuming you are the author of this essay (Richard Harter). You mention that it helps to have a good guide or teacher and this essay is, as is evident, superficially informative. I am seeking a good guide or teacher and more in-depth information. Any suggestions or directions you can provide me?
If you have information to share with me I will be happy to, if it matters, give you some background on myself.
Thanks for your time,
It was a pleasure to hear from you. Yes, I am Richard Harter and I am the author of the essay. I hesitate to give anyone advice – it is presumptious for one thing and for another it has been quite some time since I have concerned myself with mysticism. However you asked and I will do my best to answer. Please take all of my remarks with several grains of salt.Return to index of contributors
From: Chip Hitchcock
So just what are/ the differences between people who stayed and people who left? Taking OLotLBD as an exception, are the other departures snarky types like yourself? Surely you aren’t afraid to discuss this, living alone in a house on the edge of an official wilderness….
Fear!? Do I fear that oncoming mob of villagers wwith blazing torches and pitchforks? Don’t be silly; I am fearless when faced with madness! … What are you doing? Get your hands off of me! …. Help, for the sake of God, Help!! …. Please don’t hit me again. … Mommy?PS: wrt your editorial I’d be surprised if ]your[ coal goes to Ohio; I recall seeing bargeloads of coal(presumably from immediate neighbors) floating down the river by Cincinatti some years ago. OTOH, I shouldn’t be surprised — cf the story some years ago about two branches of a corporation deciding they were short of something (pork bellies, IIRC) and ordering a truckload from each other; the branches were in Chicago and St. Louis, and the drivers reportedly passed each other in central Illinois.
No doubt you are right. The Wyoming coal (not my coal, btw) probably goes to Minnesota, Iowa, and Wisconsin. OTOH Wyoming coal is cleaner and cheaper than Eastern and Mid-Western coal, so maybe they are shipping it onto Illinois, et al. Be that as it may, I have no doubt that you are right, if not about this then about something else.Return to index of contributors
From: Anthony R. Lewis, PhD, FN
this was forwarded to me.
A woman was walking down the street when she was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked her for a couple of dollars for dinner. The woman took out her bill fold, extracted ten dollars and asked, “If I give you this money, will you buy some wine with it instead of dinner?”
“No,” I had to stop drinking years ago, the homeless woman replied. “Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?” the woman asked. “No,” I don’t waste time shopping, the homeless woman said. “I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive.”
“Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?” the woman asked. “Are you NUTS!” replied the homeless woman. “I haven’t had my hair done in 20 years!”
“Well,” said the woman, “I’m not going to give you the money. Instead, I’m going to take you out for dinner with my hubby and myself tonight. The homeless Woman was astounded. “Won’t your husband be furious with you for doing that? I know I’m dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting.” The woman replied, “That’s okay. It’s important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments and wine.”
Thanks, good story. I will use it somewhere.Return to index of contributors
From: Paul Severino
Dear Mr. Harter – Very nice site. Enjoy the variety of stories, thoughts, and truths. You are a fine example of a thinking human. All too rare nowadays….regards – paul s. fayetteville arkansas
Thank you for the kind words but I must beg to differ. There is all too much thinking going on these days. Unfortunately the thoughts are things like:Return to index of contributors
From: Derek Detjen
Hi Richard: I really enjoy the repartee in our brief exchanges. I just noted the two-liner below your name and it’s quite funny. Reminds me of our many unaccompanied trips to the tropical paradise of Guam during the Vietnam conflict. There were probably at least 500 military men on the island for each available (and I use that term advisedly!) woman. One of my fellow crewmembers was heard to opine one day, referring to the old system of rating women on a scale of 1 to 9 that “Guam is so bad that every women automatically has a plus-4 correction factor added to her rating.” He further observed that “it’s not the fives that become nines that bother me, rather it’s the ones that become fives!!” I can personally attest to the validity of that observation! I heard another fellow crewmember observe that “when Prince Valiant starts to look good, I know it’s time to go home.” (Prince Valiant was the nickname of a rather mature (read old) civil service worker who had her jet black hair cut like the cartoon character. It’s safe to say that there was no such thing as a desparate woman on Guam, only desparate men!
Chortle. Oddly enough I carried on a correspondence during the 90’s with a woman who worked on Guam. When the Japanese occupied the island the locals were all skinny and lived on rice. Nowadays they are all obese and live on supermarket fat food. Apparently we bring the American weigh of life with us wherever we go.Return to index of contributors
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