We Get Letters

One of the most flattering letters I got this weekend was from Jim Meidell, who asked where the hell my PayPal is.

I’ve thought about putting one up, really. Hell, the first thing I ever got published on a blog was an email to the Professor last October, urging him to take out money.

But here’s how I look at it. I’m too old to sign up and go fight. I don’t own a munitions factory, nor do I have any interest in running for office. Uncle Sam has yet to ask me to plant a victory garden or sew blankets. So the least I can do is beat the war drum, and do a little to keep people focused.

This is my contribution to the war effort. It’s not much, but it’s what I can do.