Letters . . . We Get Letters . . . We Get Lots and Lots of Letters
Apparently my comment on the ice bucket craze touched a nerve. I heard from a bunch of people who shared my sentiments. And I heard from some who needed to tell me how important this phenomenon is. Golly, one person sent a blog comment, a Bloglovin comment, and a private Facebook message, each written separately, all to take me to task for my position. A bit of overkill, I think.
Yes, I have a friend who's dad died of Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis. And I have another friend who has a much-too-young son with this diagnosis. I know it is a horrible disease and that it is tragic that there is no cure. I've sent contributions, in fact, not just to this cause but to others when the spirit has moved me.
I still think this promotion is dumb. And I can sleep very well at night knowing that there are others who feel passionately that it is a great and glorious thing.