I’m sorry that so many people attacked you, and with such language, in response to your column about the profane Trump-hating woman. One of the many things that I appreciate about you is your awareness that honest editorial journalism can be like owning a cat: at some point, you’ll accidentally step on the cat’s tail, but some people will assume that you did so intentionally.
I, for one, was awestruck by that column. You had a roomful of cats’ tails to dodge, and you knew it well and admitted to it, yet you persisted in producing your final version. I can only imagine your innumerable tweaks, rewordings, and perhaps complete rewrites as you composed it, realizing all the while what you might be opening yourself up for. Even more impressive to me was to imagine that you gave us that finished product amidst your usual weekly deadline pressures.
Beyond the above, I appreciate the candid morality, or moral candor, that characterizes your work. Whether one shares your views or not, you always let readers know who you are, where you’re coming from, and why.
When I got the issue in which the Star’s new ownership was announced, and when I got the next couple of issues thereafter, my first reaction was to quite literally rip through the paper to look for your byline to ensure that you were still there. I’m thrilled that you are, and I hope that it continues. The Star was ghastly under Bev Carter and was rehabilitated nicely by your predecessor, and you have continued the noticeable improvement. Many thanks, and highest commendations.
(My one constructive suggestion is that the garage sale/estate sale classified ads should optimally be printed nearer page edges, for easier cutting-out or tearing. Too often, they’re at the folds.)
So what’s the new verb? It’s “to curbside.” We’re familiar with that usage of “broadside,” as in “the truck broadsided the car.” So, in that vein, “I invariably appreciate it when the Star is curbsided to me every week.”