Having the last word… an overrated luxury?

I sometimes think of these first and last words when I, myself, write about something I know to be true and my words are called into question.  Mostly that happens in the Letters to the Editor section of the Chinook Observer with reference to something I’ve written in my monthly column, Elementary My Dear.  On the one hand, I’m always gratified to know that I have followers.  On the other hand, there is the temptation to justify or explain what I have said — maybe say it another way so the offended reader will better understand me.

Charles Nelson, Sr. House – Oysterville, 1994

And then I think… “in the beginning” and “amen” in relationship to the words I wrote and blow off the nay-sayer’s comments.  Especially do I bear in mind those other wise words that I grew up hearing when my feelings were hurt… “consider the source.”  And sometimes I wonder if it would be better to draw my column rather than write it — you know, with the thought that a picture is worth a thousand words.  I wonder if political cartoonists, for instance, get less flack than do the writers of political editorials.

And I also wonder why folks with strong opinions often save them up to take potshots at others.  Why don’t they find their own  way to celebrate their memories and ideas rather than by being critical of others? As my mother used to say about such imponderables… “Why’s a hen?”

 

 

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