This is it: the one-hundredth edition of "When East Marries West." At least by my count, and, as my wife says, "You should know -- you're the only one who reads it."
To prove how wrong a woman can be, I now offer but a small "sampling" of the mail I have received through the years, plus my responses. "A small sampling is all you have," says my wife. My response: "Go away."
Dear Mr. Dillon: