Your closing paragraph on Uncle Boris' early influence set me free. At 58. Thanks a lot.

You probably get asked this frequently...but which one of your stories do you enjoy the most?

Hi Mr. P!

I used to write to you all the time as a young lad. I took to snarking out with my friends even. Anyway I just wanted to say hi again (its been about 15 years since I wrote), and that I still enjoy reading and listening to you blubber on like a fool. I enjoyed Fish Whistle and was surprised to see you were an artist and sculptor as a young, but hefty man. I, too wander this path. Anyway... in the interest of asking a question, have any of your books been turned into movies, or cartoons? If not, would you be interested in this venture? You look svelt nowadays by the way. Take it supersized my inspirational friend.

Dear Daniel,

Recently came across Uncle Boris in the Funny Times. I keep crossing your path! For the last couple years I've spent some of my commuting time listening to your fine public radio program. I've never been happier sitting in traffic on Eastern Parkway. Since Charity's departure, I find myself changing the station as soon as that other guy opens his mouth. I hope you can send a search party to look around the drop-zone she was last reported in.

Sincerely,

Jake Maloney

Brooklyn

I was just reading the questions people asked you and the saw the one where someone asked if there is going to be a Lizard Music sequel? I just wanted to know because I loved Lizard Music and would definitely read the sequel. OK thankyou.

your huge fan,

Dylan Hyland

P.S. I love all of your books and you are my favorite author

Dear DP,

When I was a kid, I used to blow off assigned reading in favor of your books. My parents and teachers thought I was crazy. "Talking lizards and dancing chickens!" they would scoff. "That won't prepare you for life. You'll see." But I stood by my guns and kept reading.

Well now I'm a 28 year old unemployed alcoholic. They were right.

I'll see you in hell, Pinkwater.

Respectfully,

Jason Ward

Dear Daniel,

Barbara was idly digging 'round on the World Wide Web, something both of us do when we have nothing else to do, which isn't often, or even when we have lots of other things to do, which is closer to the truth, if you must know, and found that first editions of your books are going for astronomical sums of money. She was thinking that if you, say, had a barn-full of them, you could really clean-up by releasing them to prestigious booksellers in dribs and drabs. Here are a few examples:

These are just a few examples from a list of eight hundred; Barbara is convinced that many have simply been stolen from libraries. If you wanted to sneak some of your presumed excess copies into the collectors' market, we would be delighted to shill them for you on e-Bay, the online auction site which has become our second home (we are furnishing our house with the cast-offs of others). In the unlikely case you're interested, just let us know. Even if you're not, we hope you're delighted with the fact that you're now considered extremely collectible, and you're not even dead!

Love,

Jeff and Barbara Broido

Mr. Pinkwater,

I am a ninth grader, and a huge fan of your books. I own over 75 books that you have written, and I am fat and proud. Obviously, when I was asked in school to write a biography of my favorite author I chose you. Could you give me a link to a good biography and some info on your childhood? (I looked for hours and found nothing). Thanks in advance!

-Zach Aaronson

P.S. I have heard rumors that there is/will be a sequel to Lizard Music. If so, where can I get it?

A couple of weaks ago, I was reading an old DC Joker comic. In it there was this character who played Sherlock Holmes on broadway. The character's name was Clive Sigerson. Was this your inspiration for the name of your Sherlock type character, Osgood Sigerson?

I happened to latch onto this website, and was reminded of the many times I'd meant to write Daniel Pinkwater and thank him for a "Smithsonian" essay he did sometime back in which he featured his memories of my father, the Western film actor Tim McCoy. On this website he noted that he'd gotten my father's autobiography through interlibrary loan. I'd certainly be happy to provide him with a copy of his own---my dad would've loved reading Mr. Pinkwater's essay---he was keenly aware of the impact idols/images had on kids.

We are so sad that our local NPR station has cancelled the airing of Chinwag Theatre on Sunday evenings.

Wah, wah.

We have expressed our disappoinment to the station. They said that you were undergoing some "changes".

We tried to open up the Chinwag Theatre website to no avail. Wah, again.

Hope to Hear you soon.

Ann and Ellen Coughlin

Oregon Public Broadcasting junkies, age 9.

I am trying to find a copy or two of The Three Big Hogs . . . it was a family favorite. My father loved the message, and read it frequently to my younger brother and me. Our original was lost long ago, and my dad still remembers it as being the book he most enjoyed reading to us. (Rising to the challenge, etc.) Giving him a copy to read to his grandchildren would delight both him, and those forthcoming grandkids. Any chance?

sincerely,

j ferrari (a tough, hairy, toothy forest hog at heart)

What do Charles Le Chat and Dav Pilkey have in common?

Does Chinwag Theater have another Los Angeles outlet? Other than 7:30 AM on a station that reaches about 500 feet, that is. I'd call them, but does Macy's ask Gimbel's?

All the best, Nancy

Where can I find the poem "The World Owes Me A Living Because I'm Short?"

thanks!

p.s. - wuggie, our bright orange feline, grew to a befitting 24 lbs during his 16 years. we miss him terribly - the nicest, most patient, best named cat we ever had!

Firstly, I just bought the two Werewolf Club books at my local Border's and the saleslady knew right where they were without having to look up the titles. She said I was the first person to have asked about them.

Secondly, do you have any suggestions as to where someone might be able to get a collection of books appraised? I would like to get my Pinkwater book and memorabilia collection insured, just in case. I'd hate to have to start over with nothing if there were a fire or flood or whatever.

Thirdly, I've been having some trouble breathing, feeling very thirsty, and feeling exhausted and pale. I would like to go to a doctor, but I've had trouble with them telling me that everything is due to my weight, and refusing to look into it any further. I had one doctor test my blood sugar for an infected toe. No kiddding! I have to deal with getting my blood sugar checked all the time, even though it always has been and is currently fine. So at least I know that's not the problem. I'm not pregnant either. I checked. Have you dealt with this? What can I do? I'm not even that fat. I weigh less than 170. If I have to put up with this at 170, I can't even imagine what kind of crap those who are blessed than me have to deal with.

Fourthly, I've been making soap out of various vegetable oils. It's good stuff. You want I should send you some?

Thanks, Christel

Hi Mr.Pinkwater we saw all of your plays and stories

We love your books,( being a family with too many furry animals and a fondness for good food this is not suprising) Do you ever do book tours, and would they ever lead to New Mexico? Think about the oportunity to leave your part of the country when it is still cold there and come here where spring has started and also the great food? maggie in Albuquerque

Dear Mr. Pinkwater,

Several years ago, you read a story about a yiddish-speaking dog on NPR. What's the title of that story - I have been looking for it without any luck? Is there a tape of that NPR recording?

I don't know how you got hooked up with a spokesman's gig for a sleazy chain like Motel 6, but my advice is to drop your affiliation with them immediately! We recently made the mistake of staying overnight (with the kids) at the Motel 6 in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

When we pulled into the parking lot after our late night flight from Chicago, two police cars were in the lot, lights ablaze. I went to check in, but the office door was locked. The only way to communicate with the night manager was through one of those bullet-proof glass windows cut into the wall of the building. I felt like I was either at a liquor store in a dangerous neighborhood, or trying to cash a bad check at the local currency exchange. I asked the fellow behind the thick glass why the police were at his establishment and he told me that a crack-smoking woman had been--

What's that, honey?

Damn! That's embarassing!

Hey, you don't have the web address for the Tom Bodett web page, do you?

My apologies.