PRIME TIME

The other day a letter poured in from one of my many admirers. Though a little cryptic, it was, I assume, a response to something I’ve written lately. It said, in toto: “Mr. Richard Walls: John 3:16. Thank You, A Friend.” Well, it beats a death threat but still I found it a little irritating, particularly that “a friend” took it for granted, simply because I recently had the pleasure to write unkind things about Jerry Falwell, Pat Robertson, and Stryper, that I must be a biblical illiterate.