Hey, coward caller: Today’s for you

I get all sorts of weird phone calls. Some of them, like the occasional drunk dialer, are unintentionally hilarious. Some are sad, such as when the voice on the other end of the line belongs to a mentally ill person I know we can’t help. The angry phone calls, with someone I’ve never met spewing profanity, calling me names, telling me I’m going to hell — eh.

This one, though, I’ve been thinking about since September.

I’d just written a column about John McCain and Sarah Palin’s rally in Lee’s Summit. When I got to work one morning, a message light was blinking on my phone. When I heard the time-stamp — the message had been left at 1:30 a.m. — I knew what the caller was going to say.