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Abe Gurewitz

Post #625 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

Earlier I wrote you on some questions for a paper that I am writing. To be more precise on the questions I had. 1.why do you make fun of how many jewish people are fat, the things that they eat, the way that they dress, and the way that they talk.

Please tell me what you think on these topics and what I could use to show them. I own both moosepire books, borgel, lizard music, fish whistle, Hoboken days and chicago nights, fat men from outer space, and all the snark out boy series.

Thanks,

Abe Gurewitz

P.S. My dad wanted me to mention that he grew up in Benton Harbour Michigan and your charecter from there in the book Borgel seemed to resemble a person who he knew when he lived there.

Daniel replies:

I think the expression ""make fun of,"" is what's giving me the problem. You don't think I am ridiculing people, do you? And I already dealt with your problem concerning Jews in an earlier answer.

Tell your father I have been in Benton Harbor, MI, lots of times. Very special people there. So I think I know where he's coming from, as they say.



Ben

Post #683 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

Brutha,

Dig,like I dig you the most, dig? I dig your flip, and your riff, and the place your wig is at, dig? Now did this the most, dig?

a hepcat like you, being the cats pajamas, dig, writes such finery for youth. Why is there no Manus Jrs running about? Why no Jill Jrs? Why no little alan Mendelson Pinkawaters or perhaps a Walter Galt Jr? I have met you, my hep friend, have submitted work to you, admire and respect you, now this my great guru of the jelly donut I must know….for sooth whyfore hast thou not sprung forth fruit from thy loins? in short… why dontcha got a kid? Youd be the perfect papa being such a kid yourself.

Daniel replies:

I regard your fatha, the eminent George, as my spiritual descendent--thus, I am your grandpappy, in a sort of hideous manner of speaking. (You must stop this unnerving fixation on hipster patois--and get a haircut). Nice to hear from you, you bongoing crazy man.



Patrick Snook

Post #686 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

Dear Sir,

I heard your radio essay yesterday (Wednesday, 18 March, All Things Considered) about your long search for a decent cup of coffee and a respectable sandwich.

I make superb coffee, quite respectable sandwiches, and not too distractingly bad diner food. My wife and I would like to run our own cafe someday. We’re relatively young, and yet we might not let you down by shortchanging you, or serving frou-frou finger food, or . . . heaven forbid . . . selling espresso.

How about letting us know how to contact the owner and seller of that little cafe, and we’ll see if we can keep you happy of a Sunday.

Daniel replies:

I received email from the prospective new owners of the Bangall Country Store, in Bangall, New York. They assure me that they intend to continue the fine tradition of good bread and lovely cooking. I promised them I will give them a serious series of trials, and correct the record, if it's warranted.



Daniel M. Kanemoto

Post #575 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

Mr. Pinkwater,

Wow. I actually get to ask Daniel Pinkwater a qestion. This is… unbelievable. After reading some of the comments on this page, I’m discovering that my story is strangly similiar to many other people who’ve written you — as a second-grader in the middle of Wisconsin, I found your books in the school library and was hooked (first, it was THE WORMS OF KUKUKALIMA and then, of course, LIZARD MUSIC). I haven’t quit since.

This is actually the SECOND letter I wrote to you — the last time, I used a pencil and that really soft, gray paper they only seem to give to kids in elementary school (great for crayons!) Unfortunatly, I sent the letter to the wrong address — somewhere in Alaska, if I remember correctly — and it got returned, unread. But the letter is still in my scrapbook at home, and it reminds me of what it was like to be a kid, full of imagination, re-reading LIZARD MUSIC obsessivly (in fact, my nickname in the small town I grew up in remains “The Chicken Man”).

But enough rambling — I’ve got a question! I’ve since left Wisconsin (which I miss terribly), and now I live in New York City, where I attend NYU film school. I’m working on my second film, and my question is: would it be possible to adapt a Daniel Pinkwater story for a strictly NON PROFIT student film? Let me know – I think many of your stories are cinematic, and imagining the world of Daniel Pinkwater is one of the main reasons I’ve fallen in love with the movies as well as reading.

Thanks for listening,

Daniel M. Kanemoto

Daniel replies:

I have sent you email directly...so nobody who comes here will ever know my response to your query.



Al Mickler

Post #645 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

Keep on writing for PBS – we recently really enjoyed your talk about the “missing trees” and are sorry they died. At least one year ago (two?) you wrote one of the greatest articles ever – you were sick with the flu and your wife wasn’t – is there any way I could get a copy of that? I think of it often and wish I could read and/or hear it again! Keep up the great writing!

Daniel replies:

I have no idea what piece you're talking about. Sure it wasn't one of the other commentators, the Romanian guy, or the southern lady?



Pam Vieira-McGinnis

Post #542 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

Greetings Mr. Pinkwater…

I guess I was pretty much the last person to hear about your web page on tonight’s All Things Considered rebroadcast judging your stack of mail. I jumped right up out of bed and rushed to surf for some Pinkwater.

It would be hard to add something new and original, so I would just like to say my family and I all have enjoyed your writing, most particularly The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death, which we have on audio tape (oh, so would that be reading and writing, I am not sure, oh well either way, you are swell.

Thank you so very much. I send my most sincerest regards and best wishes.

Daniel replies:

I have _such_ nice readers. Thanks.



George

Post #553 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

OY!

Please excuse my late night ravings and English errors…

I really should read my posts and correct both English and grammar before writing to the SAGE of NPR.

Why the Sage of NPR? It is no simple feat arranging for a frog-pond story starring all of the folks who get more time than 3 min/month!

This apology is directed to both The SAGE of NPR (OK, Andre is a distant second) and all of the web page readers.

Now, how do I find out what happened in that “P”city? I’ll pay. I’ll make a donation to any person, place or thing for the lowdown. I DID not let my mind wander…I happened to be on the way home and when I turned on ATC you were at the end of your 1 minute out of the 5400 I have to filter through each month to gain those pearls of wisdom you cautiously share.

I will never forget the Radio-favor story when your stereo was stolen; the Automotive-fitness manual story and most of the remaining 36 stories per year that you share with us. I just know that the “P” city story must be a classic. How can I beg, borrow, buy or steal that 1 minute of Pinkwater Haiku?

Your Fan,

George R. (Rick) O’Connor

Daniel replies:

I had written a response to your postscript, but the compuserve mail engine was cranky, so it may never have arrived. Such is life, what?



Frank Kelly

Post #720 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

Do you devote a specific time or day or amount of time each day or week to writing? How did you make the leap into supporting yourself as a creative writer? Did you “have a day job” or did you just start out as the one and only DP, author and entertainer? Please respond.

Daniel replies:

I don't know how to answer questions like that. To this day I get cheated by rapacious and immoral publishers because I am so interested in what I'm doing, and having so much fun, and so engrossed, that I forget to watch what the slime-balls are up to. I don't recall making any decision as such--just doing what I was doing. Being an easy mark may have had something to do with, in effect, being offered a career. (Just today received a fairly large check with a letter to explain that it represented royalties from 1991 on a certain book of mine--not sent until now because the publisher had ""lost my address,"" and the oversight had turned up during an audit preparatory to a takeover. Significant is not that they failed to pay me any royalties since 1991, but that I hadn't noticed. See?)



Brian & Lori

Post #547 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

I consider it a lucky day when I happen to be listening to NPR at a time when your comments are broadcast. Thanks!

Daniel replies:

I consider it a lucky day when my comments are broadcast too.



Stefan Jones

Post #690 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

Dear Captain:

Many months ago I asked you what I should do with two avacados I’d bought after being inspired by your novel _The Snarkout Boys and the Avacado of Doom_. I turned these into guacamole (that’s Spanish for “guaca sauce”), but thoughtlessly threw away the pits.

Now I have two more fresh avacado pits, and would like to grow them as you suggested way back when. My question: Which side goes up? The skinny side? The fat side? If I get it wrong will the plant grow with its roots in the air until it can no longer hold its breath and drown?

Thank you in advance for your help!

Daniel replies:

I believe you're supposed to put the avocado pits under your pillow. Then the Avocado-Fairy will come in the night, and give you lovely dreams. Or kill you--I forget which.



Martha Silverspring

Post #698 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

You are an inspiration. I am 45, 5’7″, 275. Diet pills at 11, pediatricians threatening to wire my jaws together, every diet in the world since then. After the last one I gained 150 lb…

I had tried to diet for my beloved husband. I lost 80 with O.A. It was gruelling: I weighed and measured all my food, schlepped containers of healthy stuff everywhere, refrained from all sugar for 3 years. Finally I couldn’t hold my head under water anymore, I gained that 150, and now I am divorced.

I used to think, “if there was a pill I could take to make me a lesbian, I’d take it. At least dykes don’t care so much about weight.” Then I read ‘The Afterlife Diet’. Now I am looking for a Pinkwater-type man.

Oh, yes, and your voice on the radio is wonderful too.

P.S.- I am an R.N., and when some idiot tells me I’m overweight I say, “NO [censored]??!! No one HAS EVER SAID THAT to me before!!!” If that doesn’t stop them, I say, “You know, dear, there are worse things than being overweight. Like making personal remarks about other people’s bodies.” It’s great to be alive.

Daniel replies:

I am pretty clever on paper, when I can take time to prepare, but the following I actually came up with in real time:

DOCTOR: Mr. Pinkwater, I have to tell you, you are quite obese.

ME: Can you just _tell_ that? Fantastic! I guess they train you

to be observant. It must be great to be a doctor.



Malcolm Phillips

Post #688 – 19970101

January 1, 1997

My Dear Mr. Pinkwater,

I so injoyed your comentary ( 3/18/98) on finding a good deli in upstate NY. We finally have such an establishment in Oneonta. How ever that is not my reason for writing. There was a deli which my family and I loved in New Jersey….Pianicone’s, bakery/deli/resterante was a focal point of trips to the inlaws….fresh bread….picked out by it’s own number. This fall there was a fire, and we lost an old friend. The bakery is gone. I was surprised at the feeling of morning we all experienced. You comentary today reminded me of the wonderful tastes of an old friend.

Thanks for the reminder,

Malcolm Phillips, Oneonta NY

Daniel replies:

Funny, isn't it, how important bread is, and the memories and associations it can evoke?



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