One of the delights -- and banes -- of having your mug in the newspaper regularly is that people react to you differently than when you are just a byline. They say 'hey' at the supermarket and call you on the phone when they are angry, or depressed, or when they want attention or need help. They also send e-mails.
Lots of e-mails.
Some of the e-mails are thank you notes for a column, or just for a turn of phrase. Plenty of them are angry, too, like the one who responded to a recent story on the marriage amendment by wishing that my kids turn out gay so that they catch AIDS and die.
Sorry pal, I don't have kids, but enjoy the holidays anyway!
Some writers are regulars, including quite a few who rarely agree with me on the issues.
I got a note from one of those critics just before the election. It was a thoughtful little "musing" that asked more questions than anything. It ended like this:
"Have a sane election eve. Tomorrow we receive our presents or a load of coal. Either way we will simply have to deal with it. Some people want the coal because they are planning a bonfire. Peace to you."
It was from a guy named Don Wicklander, and from previous exchanges I knew we disagreed on a lot. But he was always cordial, often philosophical, and open to discussion. Once, when he forwarded one of those Internet hoaxes on Muslims, I pointed out it was a well-known fraud from years ago.