More comments came in today from the waring parties, two College Pointers who no doubt shared my status in the Fifties and Sixties as bitches of the truly tough boys. I'm not sure where they ended up, but I hit "publish" so they're on here somewhere.
Again, boys, why can't we all just get along? We escaped CP and have had pretty good luck in life. Get over it.
Sideline: I again thought for a time that the comment was about me. Before I realized that they were part of the ongoing frenzy, my feelings were as follows: 1) if I generate positive and negative comments, I must be doing something right; 2) I have two sons, and yes, they know what a wimp I was in the old days; and 3) the nerve of some people who were very close to me in the pecking order now treatening me from afar. Connie Wolf can still have my money; you guys better have pistols if you want to take my measure. Even then, don't stand too close.