Honestly, King, stick to your day job. Is it really so frustrating thinking about the BCS day after day? I can understand that you might go postal having to think about the Wiggles when you're not at home, but that doesn't justify this.

It sounds like something I might have written in high school ... and I'm an engineer.

As an aside, check out the "Editor's Recommended" letters. They mostly fall into the "What a brave and challenging article!" or "King, how do you produce this stuff?!" categories. Oh, for a Slashdot-style moderated ranking ...

So the point of this article is ... LA is big? Or the dealerships are too big? Or what? The author could just have easily made his point in his own back yard. Try driving from Berkeley to San Jose. There are plenty of dealerships, and the freeway is awful.

Let's turn this around for a second. Suppose you send in somebody from the Midwest to San Francisco and of all the things they see, they pick on a neighborhood where there is a visible gay presence. Then the ominous declaration: "Is this is the future of a big city?" Wait ... that's already been done?

The point of either one is it's picking a convenient target for something they are already against. Using LA as a punching bag for the sins of the car culture is so '60s.

Well, I'm a father. I didn't specify that in my letter because I didn't think it was important.

One way to look at it is I've done all the things a father might typically do. I was around for the pregnancy, I went to the hospital, I cut the cord, took care of the baby, fed her, cleaned her, held her, kissed her. Got transformed. Then all the other parental things ... too many to list here. There were a few minutes right at the absolute very start I wasn't involved in, but I'm not concerned about that. A few days after her birth, yes, I waited as a young woman said goodbye to a beautifal baby and handed her over to me forever. That is a scene I can never forget; I will always respect her loss.

Those sorts of emotional experiences are the reason why I know my daughter is my daughter. Anyone who hasn't been in that room can't judge it.

My daughter is a product of an open adoption; she's 7. She's busy right now packing up a box of her too-small clothes for her sister, who is not a part of our family. But she is a part of my daughter's family, and will be for long after I'm gone. I'm glad to be able to give her this experience.

If this sounds a little too weird for some, well, sorry. I don't view it as any different than gaining a child through divorce or remarriage. Are these people's familes of a different sort than "regular" families? The fact is all families are composed of groups of people who may or may not be related genetically. The relations of a spouse are your relations too, or so I would hope. In our family we have sets of people who are effectively in-laws: mine, my wife's, and my daughter's.

It's clearly tempting for some people to use this a platform to display their wit. It just looks like prejudice when it's on paper.