She’s got mail

Once in a while, readers of this columnwrite to me to point out some failingon my part. Naturally, I take such complaintsseriously, even when someone’s tryingto get me to embrace some outlandish religionthat involves praying to a pineapplethree times a day. Or trying to convince methat I have the writing skills of a fried banana. 

We’re all entitled to an opinion, and ifsomething a reader says makes me a betterwriter, I will have gained something.Nonetheless, I don’t think a foray into therealms of fruit worship is likely to result insizzling prose.