My comment, as published in the New York Times

I have never before commented on any of their articles and I was so certain that my comment would be turned down that I immediately copied and pasted what I had written onto a document, so that I could paste it up here for you guys.  However, I was pleasantly surprised to see that my comment was approved!

Hello, world.

2 thoughts on “My comment, as published in the New York Times”

  1. Wow. “Not good enough” for their hotline. Sounds like they defined their niche’ rather rigidly. Everything is so compartmentalized these days. “Sorry, not our job.”
    I volunteered for a “youth” hotline/drop-in center for drugged-out kids in the early 1970’s, when I was a drugged-out kid myself. Go figure. It had a strict “no illegal substances” policy, but it came to be known as the best place in Euclid, Ohio to score drugs. Once, some kids brought in a friend who’d just broken his neck diving, stoned, into shallow water. Like they thought we were some kind of emergency room. Some of the callers were really desperate and I cringe to think how bad the advice was they we gave them. But that was a whole different era, a whole different universe, it seems.
    Anyway, congratulations on getting a comment in the venerable Grey Lady!

    1. Funny, John, I phoned one of those hotlines in the 1970’s. I always got the same lady named Fran. I even remember her last name. Bet she remembers me (if she wasn’t stoned). Anyway, I kept calling and the same lady answered. So she got to know me. I rode over there on my bike twice. One day, she dumped me. Yep, dumped me. Said never to call again and that was that. Why? What had I done?

      She said, “You only want to chit-chat and not discuss your REAL issues.” So dump me? I had nowhere else to turn, no one to confide in. I didn’t dare tell my parents I wanted to see a therapist and Fran was all I had. She sure did me no favor.


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