My daughter wrote a couple of weeks ago about how dumb Frank and I are. I especially liked her comments about abortion. Twenty years ago Mrs. Wagstaff gave birth to a healthy baby girl we named Kaitlyn. It never would have occured to us to "get rid" of Kaitlyn. But such is life that she now thinks right-to-lifers are gay men. Kaitlyn's old boyfriend Arthur Schickelgruber could be a homosexual, except gay men are too picky to want a 98 lb. weakling who wears John Lennon glasses and dresses in black every day. As for me being gay, I think Kaitlyn's existence proves that at the worst I'm bisexual. An ungrateful daughter's like the bite of a scorpion, eh? Perhaps Kaitlyn will wake up to the fact that people don't become successful by sitting in Starbuck's all afternoon.
