SOME READER RESPONSES
BY DAN MILLER
(originally posted July 14, 2005)
Today, I'll share just a few of the many emails I've received from readers.
Last week, I wrote an essay titled "It's Only A Car" about my seeming lack of concern over melted crayons on the back seat of my car.
It apparently stirred up memories for lots of folks, and I appreciate all the nice comments.
First, this one:
Mr. Miller:
Often while I sit at my desk eating my lunch I read your Notebook stories.
I have to say this was a very good story and in some ways it hits close to my heart.
I used to get somewhat up-set when my boys would get into my tool box.
I would come home and find my tools laying all around the garage or yard. Now they are all grown up and gone. My youngest son is in Korea serving our country in the USAF.
It would be great to come home and see my tools laying around the garage again.
I would gladly pick my tools up if he could be back home again.
Lewis W. Carter
Thanks Mr. Carter, nicely said.
Here's part of another email:
Years ago, I had a red Gremlin -- and in the back seat was a dried-up -- hard as a rock -- chocolate milk shake, because my five year old daughter had put the cup in the very back -- it leaked and I didn't see it for a looooong time -- she is now 38, has a 9 year old son, and is a wonderful mother -- she's not worried about what he spills either.
Thankx!
Jean Crabtree
Thanks Jean.
And finally, a confession showed up in my emails.
It was dictated by a six year old to her Mother, who sent it in verbatim:
Daddy.... I think your instinct is cute. I like the email about the melted crayon in the car.
I think that is very funny. That was put there by me, of course. Sorry about that.
It was not put there by my Mother. That is so funny.
I like the way you comb your hair. At first it sticks up and that's funny, but then you comb it down and it looks handsome.
There's something that you really don't think is true. But it is.
When you sleep YOU DO SNORE. You toss and turn when I'm right in the middle of my sweet dream. And when you snore you sound like a big giant roaring.
It is very disversing. True. Every time I'm watching a movie, reading a book, blah blah blah, and all that, I try to make you quiet to do it in peace.... please.
I love you.
McKensie
That is the end of Daddy's instinct.
I'm not sure what my she's referring to as my "instinct".... and I'm not sure what she means by something being very "disversing", and perhaps I'm better off not knowing.
Anyhow, I appreciate every email I receive.... and I read them all... and respond to most.
And she's exaggerating about the snoring!
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