Art Carson, whose letter “Poignant Memory from Konocti,” you published in September, must be a writer. If not, he sure missed his calling. I tear up every time I run his letter over my mind. When I dry up, I always think of a cartoon I read many years ago in “The New Yorker.” A man and his wife were visiting with another couple, and the man was saying to his wife, “I did not cry my eyes out! I just teared up a little and that was it!”
The other three were looking at the man as thought they didn”t know what in the world he was talking about. Thank you, Art Carson.
Dean Sparks
Lucerne
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