My Friend Hilton
Some of you may remember when I rather scathingly dismissed Hilton Harris’s letter to the Editor of The Salt Lake Tribune.
I wasn’t particularly nice. Matter of fact, I pretty much ripped him to shreds. Well, today, I discovered THIS comment on my guestbook, in between entries promising to give me long-lasting erections and introduce me to horny housewives waiting to…. Well, you get the picture. Spam entries.
I loved the blog you wrote on may 29 about the op-ed piece I had published in the trib “church has rights too”. It was really funny.
I’m actuall kind of flattered that my piece made enough of an impact on you for you to write a blog about it.
You’re a great writer. I had never heard of you before I stumbled onto your blog. I’m going to buy a copy of your book.
Thanks again,
Hilton
Now, if I am to take this message at face value, Hilton isn’t mad at me. Whodathunkit? I, of course, know how easy it is to pretend to be something you aren’t, at least on the Internet. You think you’re exchanging emails with the next love of your life, Carlo, 29, retired-cabana-boy-turned-media-mogul (it could happen!) and instead, you get Clyde, 400-pound ex-convict with a farmer tan and beady eyes.
So, I’m not convinced this is really Hilton. But hey, if it is, thanks for writing, Hilton! Glad I made you feel good. I hope you like the book.


