Editor,
In last week's paper, you published an article about a local couple, Sam
and Joanna Stephens, who found an alligator near their pond. Thank God the animal
was safe! You see, from the article's description, I believe the alligator may
be my wife, Dixie.
No, my wife wasn't transformed into an alligator; I mean I married outside
my species. We're proud to be an inter-species couple. Her cold blood is
pumped throught the warmest threee-chambered heart I've ever met.
Yet, we're judged by outsiders, people who
don't understand us country folk. Just because someone has a house in town doesn't give them the right to say nasty
things to me when I'm buying my stamps. You know who you are, Old Woman in Post Office. People like you
are the reason Dixie and I couldn't have a proper church wedding.
We're an old fashioned couple. We
believe that the man is the king of the house, and that the wife should stay home and bury the eggs.
Love,
Burt Washington
