Letters for March 6, 2003
He gets no kick from the powerful: I thought Bob Norman's February 27 article, "The Jackass Whimpers," was complete, fair, and balanced.
As for Amy Rose calling the "Jewish War Veterans" and "The Management Committee of the DEC" not "reputable" enough for the county commissioners to support, she has erred. These wonderful, thoughtful Broward County citizens may be too reputable for some Broward pols. I was willing to die for a country governed by the people, for the people... not the potentates.
Not stoked about smokin': I'm really not happy with the February 20 New Times. Why? Because I'm a South Florida surfer and was stoked to see a story on girls surfing ("Surfin' F.L.A.," Susan Eastman), but on page 17 you put in an ad from Winston with surfers -- not good. Cigarettes and surfing do not go hand in hand. Please don't do that again. Thank you.
Get thee to class, kid: I am extremely happy that it was Rebekah Gleaves who wrote the article about me ("Ghetto Preppy," January 30). I don't think it could have been better. It kept me laughing and interested at the same time. We invented the newest craze, "ghetto preppy." Thanks for making this handsome, blue-green-eyed, olive-skinned sweet talker look good.
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Editor's note: The bad news: Rebekah Gleaves has left New Times. The good news: She's getting hitched and moving north. Congrats.
Dug this one up because it smells like a...: Thank you very much to Susan Eastman for a very interesting look into the lives of young people who have nowhere to go ("A Generation Lost," January 23).
It's a sad commentary on society when you have all these kids living at bus depots because that's the only place where they feel comfortable.
Varsity acting? I was amused by Eric Alan Barton's article on the possible demise of the athletic program at the Dreyfoos School of the Arts ("Farewell to the Fighting Pianists," January 16, 2003).
I attended Houston's High School for the Performing and Visual Arts, where there were no sports facilities of any kind. While some students enjoyed sports for recreation, everyone knew that if he was lucky enough get in, he had to make certain sacrifices. Playing sports on school time was among these sacrifices.
Without exception, everyone I knew at HSPVA was dedicated to his craft and to the rigorous academic requirements of this exceptional public school. We were not there to play football or run cross-country. We were there to get into the best art, music, dance, theater, and journalism schools in the country. I can imagine that the students at the Dreyfoos School are no different.
What amused me is that Mr. Barton seemed more concerned about the lack of sports than did the students. I have a feeling that students at Dreyfoos got there through fierce competition and promising talent. It's kind of like making the varsity team. That's a simile Mr. Barton can surely understand.
I'm looking forward to Mr. Barton's future article on the demise of the music department at the local high school with the best football, basketball, swimming, and volleyball teams. I will read it with relish.
William G. Harris
But lavish response: Thanks to Jeff Stratton for the interview with Rick Nielsen ("Cheap Shots," December 26). He cut to the chase and asked a pertinent question: Why not change the set list and the length of the show? Last night was Cheap Trick concert number 14 for me, and with the exception of the Budokan LP show and the 25th anniversary concert, the shows have stayed virtually the same over a 20-year period.
This show was pretty typical, an hour-long set and the same old hits. Like Rick said, maybe if Stratton wrote some scathing stuff, they would change it. I say, maybe if they don't change it, their longtime and loyal fans will start blowing off their shows. I respect the hell out of these guys, but next time I wanna hear Budokan, I'll put on the CD and save the 25 bucks they charge to get in. Maybe if more interviewers would bring up these shortcomings, the band would get a clue and give the fans more bang for the buck.
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