I don’t mean to complain, really I don’t. But I today received this e-mail:

All right, I lied. It is annoying to know that from the moment you were born Madison Avenue and the rest of the world has stalked you like a rich relation, trying to sell you deodorant, Ozzie and Harriet, real estate, insurance, The Price is Right and nostalgia in movies, books and bottles. Boomers provide work for Meryl Streep and Robert DeNiro, preserve the memories of Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix and will not permit the world to forget “IN A GADDA DA VIDA.”

I cannot but wonder, albeit idly, what the Times and Mr. Winerip will select as the alleged topics that interest me most. At the moment, I am most interested in how it is that some morons manage to get elected to the U.S. House of Representatives. Somehow, I don’t see the newsletter tackling that subject.

FOOTNOTE: Yesterday, Oct. 2, was the 45th anniversary of the Massacre of Tlatelolco at the Plaza de Tres Culturas, in which mostly students in Mexico City were slaughtered by the troops and police of President Gustavo Diaz Ordaz. Reports were that 300 were killed, then thousands. But the documented dead are only 44. Did I really say only.?