Alas, it wasn't any thoughts I conveyed, rather it was the phantom letter writer who piqued her interest. It's too bad the letter writer didn't identify themselves. I'd like to meet him or her. Other than Neil Mars, your columns are pretty bland. Geez, I really do try, Irene.
Some columns are ham, others a bit meatier, sometimes served with sauce.
A little girl became restless as the preacher's sermon dragged on and on.