It has been a while since we opened up the readers’ mailbag, so let’s see what is in there.
For the most part, my columns pass without any public comment. Still, there were a half-dozen or so columns over the last several months that elicited correspondences in various ways, offering up various sentiments.
The heaviest response from readers came from my column on my soon-to-be grandfathership. I received advice from the women, comments from active grandpas, tips for teaching kids about “the old days,” and all sorts of stuff. Little Connor Ray Duncan is due April 23, and all of your warm wishes were gratefully appreciated.
My column on hiking up Vroman’s Nose brought several responses. Although there was nothing remarkable about the missives I received, I was struck by the fact that all of them (five) came from Florida. It just shows how many “snowbirds” take The Daily Star with them when warm waters call in the late autumn.
And speaking of Vroman’s Nose, I was surprised on two fronts. First, by how many readers had actually made the trek up to Tim Murphy’s old hunting ground. And second, by the number who had never heard of Vroman’s Nose before. It is a great family adventure just up I-88 in Schoharie County.
My “Vinyl Revolution” column garnered several responses from baby boomers who (like me) simply have refused to discard our old record albums from the 1960s and 1970s. Now, whether we get to play them again or not remains to be seen. But almost all of the responders have a little advantage over me if the revolution manifests itself. They all said they still have their old record players!
Also, you would be surprised at how many guys out there remembered the “girl covered in whipped cream” on the front of the Herb Alpert album that I described in the column. I told you. Most guys of my generation “borrowed” that album from our fathers!