A TALE FROM THE MAIL, AND OTHER ITEMS

It being the fourth Tuesday of the ninth month naturally makes this the day for a periodic romp through the mailbag, in which Nora Schwaller of Lowell whines about our treatment of Jetskis, John Pfeil of Lexington sends me back to a brush-up course in meteorology, and John Francis of Salem makes a strong bid for The Watchers Literary Prize, a two-month, all-expenses-paid-but-bring-your-own- tent trip to the Caribbean. "Where do you elitists from Morrissey Boulevard get off attacking the way some people choose to spend their recreation time!" Schwaller yowls. "Did you ever stop to think that s...