From time to time (pardon me while I light my pipe), my erudition comes into question as I (puff) attempt to help my readers escape the Dark Ages. And the Texas Panhandle, where the only cultural exchange program happened when the Lubbock Hubbers would play the Amarillo Golden Sandys.
Some are skeptical of everything unless they hear it first from presidential candidate Ron Paul. A few virulent readers (or is it virile, I always get confused) actually doubt whether I really type 70 wpm. (puff). One chum questioned my manhood because I genuinely appreciate the coloratura. Obviously, he knows not why the fat lady sings. (puff).
I can take the heat. A writing buddy perhaps said it best when he wrote:
"To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?"
So, to my critics I say (puff): I'm just a man like any other man. I put on my tutu one tu at a time.
(Lordy, that was a long stretch just to get that last line in.) (puff).