Occasionally, I get an encouraging email/text/phone call that reinforces that what I do here and in my Sunday Huckleberries print column matters. This is from column reader Lolita Sutton in the Spokane Valley:

If you ever doubt the positive impact you have on people's lives, ponder no more.  I was reading your article this morning as I was getting ready for church.  I quickly grabbed a yogurt as I read. You described Mike Kennedy's yogurt as "swollen" and the taste being weird.  About that time, I noticed that my yogurt looked a bit "swollen" too. "Hum, isn't that interesting?"  When I took the foil lid off, the yogurt exploded in my face.  After a brief smell, I gingerly tried a taste.  It proved to be pretty funkly, so that spoonful was not swallowed and out the cup went.   I was telling my husband about the coincidence, and he asked what rock I had been under.  Didn't I know about the Chobani recall?  When I got on line and found the batch number, sure enough, the three Chobanis I had in the fridge were in the recalled group.  If you had not described  Mike's Chobani adventure, I would not have been so alert, and might have eaten more of the yogurt before giving up.  Somehow I don't believe that church and explosive diarrhea would be any better a situation  than his City Council meeting.

DFO: I've heard that my blog and column gives some people the runs. So it's nice to see that it prevents the same in others. Thoughts?