Lettiz to the Editah
(Letters to the Editor)
UPDATED JANUARY 11, 1999

Every once in a while, a random passerby on the information superhighway drops me some feedback. Submitted for your approval is a sampling of this correspondence. I have edited them slightly to keep the authors terse and anonymous. The most recent postings are at the top.

Featuring these vignettes from Cyberspace:


I particularly enjoy receiving e-mail from people in distant lands.  Albertina L. is a former Bostonian now living in a place commonly referred to as the "Everett of the Pacific Rim" - the Phillipines.  Read carefully, and visualize along with me:

I'm picturing a 21-year old Filipina, returning to Boston and finding a pair of shorts and a t-shirt which she had left behind when she moved 11 years ago. They don't really fit anymore, but that's okay -they bring back memories. Reunited with the taut clothing of her childhood, she sits on the lawn, enjoying the bitter wind...

I think I'll just have a cigarette and think about this one for a while.

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Amanda L. from California listened to the sound files, and thought she detected a foreign accent.  Living in Los Angeles, I encounter people from all over the world: usually it's the foreigners who ask me what country I'm from, not immediately recognizing the Boston accent as the most American of them all. Amanda writes:

The closest I've been to Australia is San Diego, though I have been known to crack open the occasional can of Foster's if Guinness isn't available.

Perhaps the best explaination for this would be the riveting performance by Australia's Paul Hogan (of "Crocodile Dundee" fame) in the epic motion picture, "Flipper", winner of the 1996 Cannes Gold Lion.

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Speaking of San Diego, Frank W. from that esteemed town posted the following question:

Well, given the Bostonian perspective of "the West", I'm tempted to say Pittsburgh. I wrote Frank back in an effort to find out what town he was talking about, but he never replied.  Perhaps he was "rubbed out" by officials in that city before he could make the comparison.

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The missives chosen for this section of the website represent only a small portion of those e-mails from people claiming to be recovering alcoholics.  I don't think it would be irresponsible to assume that most of those who don't make such a claim are still practicing alkies.  Noting his affinity for "big hair" (almost as much a Boston icon as the baked bean or the lobster), Tom S. writes:

This letter reminded me of why it is that I always laugh at websites that include a section entitled "FAQ" (for 'frequently asked questhons').  "Fah-Q", while it may look like the name of an Iraqi village along the Kuwaiti border, is one of the great Bostonian phrases.

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A college student in Amherst, Massachusetts dropped me this little line, which immediately told me which of the three schools in that town she attended:

I didn't even need to see the "@hampshire.edu" to know she was from Hamster College. If she went to Amherst College, she'd have said "I go to Amherst, not that filthy, stinking public school that keeps the local taverns in business. Did I mention that I go to Amherst. Amherstally yours, Amherst Student". I'd give her an 'F' in school pride, but Hampshire College doesn't believe in "grades".

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S.G. is a "Joisey Goil" who came to Massachusetts to matriculate at one of the state's many prestigious learning institutions. Tragically, she wound up at Framingham State instead. Excerpts from her lengthy correspondence include:

One of the great pleasures of being a Bostonian in Exile is watching the reactions of other people when you use words like "packie" and "bubbler". Be thankful you were out in Framingham... there are places in area code 617 where suspicion of being a New Yorker would have earned you much worse than funny stares. {Back to top}


R.J of Katy, Texas was so moved by the Wicked Pissah soundfiles, he attached a "gift" of sorts with his brief e-mail:

While deeply moved by this outpouring of goodwill, I'd sooner have unprotected sex with a heroin-shooting prostitute in Haiti before I'd run an .exe file attached to an e-mail from someone I don't know. {Back to top}


J.M. writes from the Lone Star state:

Are you sure it's the page that made you sick? Being from Woobin you might want to make sure its not too late to hop onto that W.R. Grace toxic waste lawsuit. {Back to top}


P.T. writes from Tobacco Alley:

Well, PT... I hope you don't really say such things to the good folk of North Carolina; you may want to rent "Deliverance" and rethink that policy. {Back to top}


J.V. writes from the Mother Land with a question about the local lingo. He asks:

The first rule that comes to mind is that you nevah stop for a traffic light... what ah you, retahdid?

But seriously... I think that the 'Three Musketeeahs' of posterior names (ass, ahss, and arse) represent subtle nuances and variations in their meaning. I typically use 'ahss' to indicate emphasis - "You ah such an ahsshole" or "Didja see the ahss on her?". I also consider 'ahss' to be a Bostonification of the Olde English 'arse'; like any true Bostonian, the "r" is only pronounced when trying to sound like a dork, or mimicing an out-of-towner.

I welcome any feedback from readers about this phenomenon; send me some e-mail with your opinion. {Back to top}


K.D. is originally from New Hampshire. Tired of the constant pressure to "Live Free or Die" (the state's motto which adorns its license plates), he made like Lewis and Clark and beat feet for the Northwest. He writes:

Well, K.D., people in New Hampshire usually only "count" during their much-ballyhooed early Presidential primaries (everyone needs a gimmick, and Minnesota already has the World's Biggest Ball of Twine). The Granite State is a tiny, insignificant place that essentially exists for three reasons:

1. So people in MA can shop without sales tax;
2. So people in MA can buy alcohol on Sundays, and;
3. So people in MA can get fireworks.

This economic activity provides enough cash flow that New Hampshire doesn't even need a state income tax, thus creating a fourth reason for being:

Therefore, given its status as the only suburb with a Governor, I think the proud sons of New Hampshire can indeed count themselves among the Wicked Pissah of the world. However, NH elected its first female Democratic Governor in 1996. We'll have to see what happens to the tax laws once its time to pay the Visa bill, so to speak.{Back to top}


J.M. is a fellow Nuevo Angeleno (someone who moved to L.A.) who has the ultimate Bostonian job title: "Marketing Director at Farmers Market" - that could replace "Pahk the Cah in Hahvid Yahd" if this website takes off! She writes:

The Cheeahs Bah is actually kinda retahdid. It's wicked small, doesn't look anything like the one on TV, and is basically a tiny bar with a big ovah-priced gift shop for suckahs.

As for the Kennedys, people never ask if I've met them - they usually say "Why do people vote for them", to which I answer that I am a refugee and cannot be held responsible for the electoral misdeeds of the Homeland. I actually have met the murdering drunk, and it's a funny story. Click here for "The Day I Met Ted Kennedy"  if you give a crap. {Back to top}


Young T.D. writes from the Armpit of Civilization (New York City):

Oh, you'll have to do it QUITE a bit more than once to honor me, my friend, but I appreciate the sentiment. My wife (a native Californian and UCLA graduate) and I have a deal - any future male children can go to UMass, but our female offspring will be told "Daddy works with his hands, he didn't go to college." {Back to top}


One Websurfer from Fort Collins, Colorado wrote:

Well, I wouldn't hold your breath about the academic stuff, but it's great to hear from the Rocky Mountain State. I've actually been to Ft. Collins recently and... let's just say it makes his struggle against the temptations of alcohol even more impressive. {Back to top}


J.T. of San Diego, CA wrote:

Actually, there are TONS of UMass alums from Southern California, and others (like me) who had the good sense to come live in a place with year-round temperatures in the mid-70's. If you are interested in getting together with fellow alums in your area, check out my Wicked Pissah UMass Page, or drop me a line via e-mail. {Back to top}


Here is a personal favorite, which says so much at so many levels. The entire text of the message, including the heading, was...

Subject: UMass sucks!
Date: Sun, 27 Jul 1997 20:40:12 +0000
From: OCFUser <OCFUser@bc.edu>
Reply-To: kimqr@bc.edu
Organization: Boston College


Sensing that this may be a rare opportunity to correspond with a BC student who could read (if not spell), I replied:


J.D. writes from Horse Country:
Lucky for you most people in Kentucky don't know there's an Internet yet, or you might end up pushing up bluegrass for your blasphemy. {Back to top}

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