So, February was the last time I visited my blog. And now I'm back like a bad habit.

I'm on vacation in the Finger Lakes, and decided to check my email and visit The Reporter Online.

After doing some spring cleaning on my blog, I'm taking the time to respond to a recent "Sound Off" item by an anonymous poster.

It seems that within mere weeks of starting a column on the Teen Page, I have published something that rubbed someone the wrong way.

In a recent column on my experience visiting a photo ID center for my license, I made light of the fact that the worker there that controls the printer for the licenses will be the one renewing it so that I may get into bars for the next four years.

Granted, perhaps this column could have been placed elsewhere in the paper, but what Ms. Anonymous doesn't know is that our paper is trying to attract a younger group of readers, older teens and young adults included.

The column was about an experience I had, not about using an ID to get drunk -- and the Sound Off caller assumes I drive drunk, which is a bashing upon my character. She was probably drunk when she left her Sound Off item, but that's neither here nor there.

The point is, the column was to bring to comedic light an experience that not everyone gets when they visit these places, including young 16 year old drivers experiencing that moment for the first time in their lives.

And furthermore, the "relic of the past" was a reference to the old Stevie Wonder POSTER, not Mothers Against Drunk Driving.

Do me a favor next time -- reread the column and get it right in your head before lashing out.

Or get a life.

so i want to talk quickly about the plague of our community. No, not overdevelopment. Nope, not skewed politics.

I'm talking about idiot drivers. You know the kind. You see them everywhere.

Like at the mall, for instance. I was there recently and drove around the perimeter road and came to the stop sign at the second entrance near Boscov's. Now, coming in off North Wales Road there is no stop sign.
So why did this idiot in a minivan stop and wait for me to go.
I flung my arms about and motioned for her to go ... then I mouthed something unholy at her as she passed.

Do people even look at what they are doing? I'm not about to even start on cell phone drivers ...

I titled this "Cracker Jack Drivers" because I put these people in the same category as New Jersey drivers ... people who must have gotten their driver licenses from a box of Cracker Jacks.

If only the police gave out tickets for stupidity behind the wheel, then our prisons would REALLY be overcrowded.