My Monday morning in-box

A high percentage of the readers I hear from could not be more friendly.

But there’s always a few delightful treats waiting for me on Monday morning in the form of irate phone messages or testy email. That’s fine, of course.

One of this morning’s was a note scolding me for failing to realize that “Gonzaga” should, in fact, be pronounced “Gon-ZAH-ga.”

Reminded me of a classic moment in an ancient episode of “Cheers.”

I think I’m remembering this right.

Cliff is yammering on about something or other, not making much sense at all. Frasier looks at him with genuine curiosity and asks,

“What color is the sky in your world?”