Featuring another appearance by the world's most critical reader
Q How many Mooring people from 1965 read this blog?
A The only ones I'm certain are reading are Mac, David, Susie and Ruth. If there are more, I'd love it if they'd drop a line and let me know. As for the previous generation, those still living are 90 or so. I'm still in touch with Al and Aunt Suze, of course.
Most of my blog followers are from the '70s on forward.
A Yes, and no
Q OK ... where is he now?
A Mac Parker is shielded under the Porter Witness Protection Program. He lives on one of the coasts (though not the Lake Michigan coast).
Q Can you at least show a picture?
A No. I have no wish to embarrass anyone. He's a good sport but I don't want to push it. You'll notice I haven't quoted from his letters, vastly entertaining though they are. However, I may take the liberty of doing so shortly. Time will tell.
Q You're toying with us.
A Wait a minute...it's you again, isn't it? Hostile interviewer...the
world's most critical reader. Can't you just sit back and enjoy the ride?
Q Not while you string us along. You're just trying to hold on to
readership, aren't you, by drawing out this Mac Parker saga?
A What worked for Dickens is good enough for me.
Q Dickens never went to the extremes you do. Are you aware that one of your followers wrote, responding to your most recent post, "Approaching PG 13" ?
What do you have to say for yourself?
A We aim to please.
Q You're showing pictures of other people in this blog. What about
embarrassing THEM?
A When possible, I ask permission to publish. If they're deceased, not so much. Though if I can get in touch with a relative, I like to discuss the possibility.
Q Your header says: That place, that summer, and now. When do we get to see the now?
A After I finish my letter to Mac Parker.
Q When is that happening? In this lifetime?
A Patience is a virtue, world's most critical reader. Now, you know what?
From across the lake I can hear a pickle, and it's calling your name. This session is concluded. Bye.
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