Comment comments: To everyone who has commented on these tiny items, thanks.
When you write for print publication you soon discover that those who like what you do almost never comment (and, consequently, it's wonderful when they do), but those who dislike your work rarely hesitate to blast you.
Once -- back, around the third century BC, I believe, when I was a rock critic -- I was standing at a bus stop when a young woman walked by looked me up and down, took a few steps past me, then whirled and walked back.
"You're Peter Wilson aren't you?"
I smiled. I bowed my head slightly. I indicated that I was flattered to be recognized. This is something that happens to television people all the time, but rarely to print folks, whose pictures often only barely resemble them. I must have looked like a beaming total fool.
"Well, you're not much," she said, and walked off briskly.
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