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13 December 2002

I was really feeling left out. Last year, after I wrote my note about the Boy Scouts Christmas Tree lot, I got a note from the old curmudgeon telling me what a terrible person I am. We had a couple of exchanges of snail mails...more sport for me than anything, because he's pretty ridiculous.

So when my letter was published, I sat back and waited to hear from the curmudgeon. Nothing. Did he die?   Did I miss his obituary notice?  (He's old)

But no, he surfaced. Only not in my mailbox. He surfaced on the answering machine of my friends Ellen and Shelly, who had written a very respectful letter to the editor about their reasons for boycotting the tree lot again this year. I don't ever see the curmudgeon doing any community service work around town, but Ellen and Shelly are quite active, have served on city government boards, organize the yearly Gay Pride day, and have been nominated for citizenship awards.

Not the curmudgeon.

But he was Johnny on the spot to leave them a message, saying that because of their letter he was doubling his donation to the Scouts and also he wanted them to know how disgusting they were.

Can you imagine calling someone on the phone to leave a message telling them--total strangers to you--that they are disgusting? Can you imagine receiving such a message?

Well, I was, I have to tell you, hurt. I mean--I had written my letter first. Didn't he hate me any more? Where was the anger at me? Maybe in switching my focus from the gay boys who were being excluded from the Scouts to the atheist Eagle Scout who was kicked out, I had somehow passed over into "acceptable" protest. Maybe he identified with the Atheist. Who knew?

But no...he was just biding his time. There it was in the mail today;

Dear Ms. Sykes:

Per your instructions, I won't buy a Boy Scout tree. Instead, I'm sending them a check sufficient to buy two trees. And along with the check, I'm sending a note asking the boys to thank you and also to pray for you.

Why are you, Ms. Sykes, so angry with the boys merely because they're reluctant to cuddle up with "leaders" who are homosexual?

So, Ms. Sykes, butt out. And take a careful look at yourself. Seriously, there's help.

Well, it's not quite as hateful (or as interesting) as last year--maybe we're all getting tired of this cat and mouse game. But I'm hoping the Scouts get a huge chunk from this guy, since he's doubling his donation because of Ellen and Shelly and giving them the equivalent of two trees because of me. With the cost of trees these days, his donations could very well fund a whole camping trip for the local scouts.

Interestingly, another letter appeared in the paper a couple of days ago.  (The letters to the editor is a marvelous game in this town--and a source of great amusement, at times.)  This letter was from someone who has "followed my activities for years" and doesn't hate me--in fact, she kind of likes me, but she feels I'm barking up the wrong tree. She's thinking that in the spirit of the season we should exhibit peace on earth, good will toward Boy Scouts, live and let live, holly in our hearts, and all that.

The odd thing about her letter is that this woman is an African American--and I do wonder if she would be expressing all this good will if the Scouts were rejecting children of color. Somehow I doubt it.

But in happier news, The Big Voice: God or Merman was just awarded the PFLAG-LA Oscar Wilde award and nominated for the GLAAD Media Award (winners to be announced in April, 2003). It's a good weekend to be heading south to see the show again. I originally planned to fly down to be there for the closing weekend, but then they extended the run another 2 weeks, prior to its moving to a 4-week run in Rochester (ahh...Rochester in the dead of winter again). So now I'm just going to see the show, not to be there for the closing, but everyone will be in great spirits because of the all the award news.

Also, I'll get to have dinner with Tom and Laurel tomorrow night, and sharing the show with them, and that will be much fun

For those who are interested, I have posted my annual Christmas letter here (tho why anybody reading this journal for any length of time needs to read a year-end re-cap, I don't know!)

Quote of the Day

We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid.

~ Benjamin Franklin

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This was taken in Hawaii,
where Tom proposed to Laurel.




One Year Ago
Blue Christmas
Christmas is here again and people I love can't be with me and that makes me sad. I'm sitting home alone tonight, since Walt is off at a retirement dinner, and I just want to get all the wallowing out of my system and start tomorrow with the ho-ho-hos and jingle bells.

Two Years Ago
It's a Small World After All
We discovered that a friendship which had its roots on this amazing medium of the Internet carried over to real life and only deepened with real time spent together.

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