As I indicated earlier I’m a fan of sci-fi. I enjoy tales like “The Puppet Masters” and “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” in which alien creatures take control of humans by assuming their identities. When I leave the sci-fi fantasy world and re-enter the real one I scoff at tales of alien take-overs. However, a recent event is causing me to re-evaluate that position.

If I were to run into Jimmy Pappas after his recent My Turn column I would look him in the eye and demand to know what he had done to the real Jimmy Pappas. This is not the man I met with at our recent Iron Horse luncheon and especially not the one with whom I had an additional 20 or so minute enjoyable conversation in the parking lot after the lunch.

Come on, Jimmy. You can’t really believe all that blather you put into that column. Even if it were all true (as opposed to oh maybe I’ll give you 5 percent as a friendly gesture) it would pale in comparison to the damage being done to our country by our current snake-oil salesman-in-chief and his minions. They are tearing it into shreds, burning the shreds to ashes, grinding the ashes into powder and scattering the powder from a mountaintop on a windy day.

Come on alien, whoever you are. Jump into your spaceship and buzz on back to where you came from and leave us the real Jimmy Pappas.

P.S. Great letter from our friend Paul Ciruso on the same date as your column.

PHIL MEMBURY

Coeur d’Alene