Every day the mailman brings all kinds of mail. Mostly it is letters asking for money. Today I got my share of those and also two very different letters. One was a card from a woman I've known as a customer we had for years. She thanked me for all of the good that I do. The other was from a man. It sounded like a man, but he didn't have the guts to sign his name. He hates my column and everything I write. Well, I've got good news for him - he doesn't have to read my column. He can just omit Saturday's paper. I've been writing the column for over ten years and I've never gotten a letter like this, so I can't really complain. I wonder though, does he know how much he says about himself every time he slams me? He sounds hateful and mean. Well, that's his problem. He's entitled.