had an interesting litany of clutter in his head that he told his doctor about (letter, "Once one reaches a certain age, so many things cease to make sense," Feb. 10).

Generally, I don't bother my doctor with such frivolities.

But if I were to complain about the clutter in my head, I might ask why people are so hateful toward people who don't think, look, act or love as they do.

I might ask why people claim that being against abortion makes them pro-life but don't give a rat's behind about human life once it has exited the birth canal.