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As many of you know, I’ve been engaged in a running feud with Canadian literary legend Margaret Atwood for quite some time now.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n Typically, the landscape for this war has been social media and chance encounters in our shared neighbourhood of Toronto, but about a month or so ago my mother<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n turned up the weird by writing Atwood a letter of apology on behalf of my family (\u00a0\u00a0http:\/\/michaelmurray.ca\/my-mothers-letter-to-margaret-atwood<\/a> ), as I had refused to so so myself. After a few weeks had passed without my mother getting a response, she wrote to Atwood again:<\/p>\n *****************************************<\/p>\n Nov, 9, 2017<\/p>\n Dear Ms. Atwood:<\/p>\n Hi, how are you?<\/p>\n I am fine, but oh, my sinuses were just awful last week! I don’t know what it was, maybe a change in the barometric pressure or the wind, but honest to Betsy, I just wanted to climb under a rock and die! Even chewing gum was excruciating! It’s at such times when you really need a friend– just so you know that people care and that they’re grateful<\/u> for all the little things you do for them, like sending hand-sanitizer because you don’t want them to pick up a nasty sinus bug like you did. By the way, did you get the hand-sanitizer I sent to you? I hope so, but you never know with the post office!<\/p>\n Have you got all your Christmas shopping done? I don’t even know where to begin, I’m still trying to catch up on all my cards from last year!<\/p>\n Oh, I think I hear Frito meowing!<\/p>\n