The mail aftermath of the plumber story was rich. My favorite was from a Brazilian novelist. Here's a piece of it.
..........Right now I'm in Shanghai, looking at the huge towers outsde my hotel window and looking for a love story. While I was reading it, two beautiful chinese girls came in to clean the room. I thought they could be my Juanas, but all I could say was xie xie (bye bye) when they left. Well, that's it. Now I'm going downtown see if I find a plot inside a noodles bow..........
(Love the Juanas.)
A plumber wrote in to the my editor as well.
....My old boss used to warn me about girls like you. He'd say, " Boy, her problem isn't plumbing!"......
Not sure what he really meant, but it was funny.
Then there was my mother: "If someone other than you wrote the piece I would say it was good." (Thanks mom!)
Then, who would have believed there were so many moscato d'asti fans out there? Others new to the wine told me they ran out to stock their fridge, hoping for aphrodesiac side effects. (Hint. Hint. Michele Chiarlo, it was your moscato. The piece is for hire: I need $).