Here's some of the email I got last week.
From David Udell:
"State Pen U inspired by your time as Perfesser in da joint?"
A slight, sad, mysterious smile grazed my lips as I sat back to compose a sufficiently well-heeled response to such an in-depth question. Everybody I know has heard me tell stories about stealing Harold Koplar's pass key to the entire Park-Plaza, and how I spent a week-ten-days down at the Juvenile Detention center up on North Vandeventer. They nicknamed me "Professer" because of me being exactly like the Professor on Gilligan's Island, because I wore glasses! I wrote him back, in my best Carry-On-Jeeves voice:
"No, not at all. Just the many jailed women juvenile delinquent movies from the 30s through the 50s. I have a small collection of them."
Legendary smart guy Tom Lunt writes:
"You are one talented mothrafucker."
I wrote him back, just dashed it off, you know, unthinkingly:
"I’m thankful that I have someone as admirable as you saying things like this. At this stage of my life, it’s better than money."
Tom does not let this just lie. He wrote back:
"Dude, you have more talent in your big toenail than I have in my entire body."
At this point it all could have gone different ways. It could have gone and on. And maybe it should, and maybe it's better it didn't.
Isn't this MUCH BETTER than facebook? Thanks for writing, everyone!