Sandra Day O’Connor
I would like to commend you on the beautifully written article on our new Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Connor (PEOPLE, Oct. 12). The background on her family and childhood made for fascinating reading. You showed us the human side of an important woman.
Kathryn A. Jones
I can envision Sandra Day O’Connor’s grandchildren being told that their grandmother became the first woman Supreme Court Justice in 1981. One of their questions will probably be, “Why did it take so long for a woman to become a member of the Supreme Court?” Indeed, why did it?
Bravo to the Rolling Stones and to PEOPLE magazine! Thank you for sharing with America an insight into the best that rock ‘n’ roll has to offer. I witnessed the Stones’ Philly show, and Charlie, Bill, Keith and Woody rocked every seat in the house while Mick pranced, danced, sang and toyed with each and every one of us.
Tattoo You, the Rolling Stones’ latest album, is superb—including side two, which your reviewer declared “unfortunate.” For instance, the instrumental work on the cut Heaven is a rare mixture of classical and fusion that only the Stones could achieve. Jagger and Richards are kings of lyric writing and melodymaking.
When front-row fans affectionately threw various pills to Mick Jagger at the Stones’ San Diego concert, he said, “Reds, whites, yellows—I don’t want them. Don’t give me pills.” The zealously cheering audience became quiet and seemed stunned by Jagger’s reprimand.
It was great to read about the Rolling Stones. Too many people think that they are still the trashed-out stars of the ’60s and early ’70s. Most of the media continues to dwell on that period in their history. Maybe people will start realizing that the Stones are now responsible, middle-aged rockers.
I wish that those people at home who don’t know anything about the Middle East would pay the area a visit sometime. I lived in Tehran for two years, and I now live in Saudi Arabia. A large number of Americans live here and work hard to get oil to the rest of the world. If there were an attack on Saudi Arabia, many American lives would be at stake. We need the AWACS!
Dharhan, Saudi Arabia
Dukes of Hazzard
In writing his story on the Dukes of Hazzard visit to Hazard, Ky., David Gritten unnecessarily referred to “its infamous neighbor, Bloody Harlan County.” As a resident of Harlan County, I can testify to the fact that it is neither bloody nor infamous. I am originally from Ohio, but it still offends me when someone uses this antiquated phrase to describe this community.
I saw Pirates of Penzance in Los Angeles without Gibb and Dawber, but rest assured that from the first moments of the play when Bostwick entered I was mesmerized. The man is extraordinary! I left the theater thinking Andy who?
Canoga Park, Calif.
I wish everyone in management would take notice of your article on Richard Pascale. As a longtime observer of such traditionally run companies as General Motors and as one who has survived that system, I say it’s a shame that these kinds of insights aren’t employed to create more dedicated workers. Many, many jobs could be a lot more fun and rewarding if the Japanese approach to management were taken up by American business. As a result, we would see less apathy and more productivity.
Zubin Mehta is truly a national treasure. He has helped to bring classical music into the living rooms of America. Keep it up, Maestro.
Marinelle K. Szenasy
You said that Journey was “unthreatening enough to have opened for the Rolling Stones.” Bull! The Stones are faded performers, and their music is drivel. But Journey is made up of truly enthusiastic concert performers who can rouse a crowd to the peak of musical pleasure. It is unfortunate that many music fans don’t realize how marvelous this band is.
I followed the newspaper articles on Travis John first with anguish, then with guarded hope and, as he finally recovered, with elation. I don’t really follow baseball and I’m not too familiar with his daddy; I only knew that a tragic event had occurred and a child’s life hung in the balance. What a joy it was to finally see his sweet face smiling out from the pages of your magazine.
Thank you for your article on Tommy John’s son Travis. I went through a similar experience in May 1980. My 2½-year-old boy fell through a fourth-story window and recovered miraculously. Today you would never believe how seriously hurt he really was.
I’m writing to let the Johns know that a lot of people here in Halifax prayed for the recovery of their son just as they did for mine. We’re all so glad that Travis is going to be fine.
Carla L. Melanson
Halifax, Nova Scotia