I was pleased to read that Robin Williams (PEOPLE, Sept. 13) has taken a look at his fast-paced life and decided to slow down. So many talented celebrities mess up their lives, and they don’t seem to realize what a blow it is to kids when we see our favorite stars ruining themselves.
It was hard to believe that you could do a survey of American pizza and not include New Haven, Conn. Any connoisseur of fine food knows that the home of both Frank Pepe’s and Sally’s is at the top of the list.
How about Rocky Rococo’s of Madison, Wis.?
Peggy L. Darbyshire
Valentino’s of Lincoln, Nebr.?
Harpo’s of Honolulu?
Virginia Beach, Va.
If Jeff Jarvis, your correspondent, had bothered to ask any of our highly satisfied customers what their impression of Spago Restaurant’s pizza was, he would have realized that his comment “tasteless” is the exact way to describe his own palate and opinions. Mr. Jarvis’ obsession with traditional pizza styles limits the scope of his article and negates his credibility as a critic. Perhaps Mr. Jarvis, “self-confessed junk food junkie,” should stick to Twinkies.
In the past year we have seen assassin Sirhan Sirhan narrowly miss parole and John Hinckley cop an insanity plea. Now Manson family members are going to come up for parole, and Sharon Tate’s mother, Gwen, is forced to petition publicly to keep her daughter’s killers behind bars. It may be argued that capital punishment is unjust, but it is ludicrous to even consider parole for thrill killers whose principal motive is notoriety. It is bad enough that this society turns its most shocking murderers into pop figures, but it is a travesty that civil liberties lawyers and celebrities rush to the aid of murderers while the families of murder victims must fight for a Victims’ Bill of Rights to ensure justice.
Edward X. Young
The media are always quick to report that Hill Street’s Michael Warren won a basketball scholarship to UCLA. Since he makes such an effort to be a positive example to young blacks, urging them to go beyond sports to achieve education and success, it’s time someone spoke up to say that during his high school years Mike was active in community and church work as well as student government, and that he was also an honor student who could have gotten into and through UCLA on brains alone. His warmth, personality, intelligence and, yes, athletic prowess were all award winners 20 years ago.
Gayle M. Ellis
I was disappointed in your so-called “tribute” to Ingrid Bergman. It was sad to see a living legend die. It’s sadder still to see that a woman of her talents and acclaim merits less recognition in PEOPLE than an up-and-coming young actor-comedian named John Belushi whose death was the result of his own carelessness.
I have known Millicent Fenwick for 30 years through her public service, and I have admired her integrity, her caring, her intelligence and her forthrightness. Your piece has endeared her to me even further; however, it would be very hard to convince any of us whom she had represented so competently that, as some put it, “her eccentricity borders on flakiness.” We know firsthand that she responds to every letter and goes to great lengths to help anyone who has a problem. Her type of beauty is a relief from the Hollywood version.
Enough of this Valley Girls garb! I’ve lived in the San Fernando Valley all my 19 years, and, believe it or not, I’ve never said “barf me out,” worn a miniskirt or had my toenails done.
Van Nuys, Calif.
I was one of those fans who sat in the rain to hear Dolly Parton in Indianapolis. She did not let one bit of pain show during her performance. Thank you, Dolly, and get well real soon.
I enjoyed your article on the delightful and courageous Dolly Parton, but one word grated on me. You said that Parton “recently admitted” she “never wanted children really, really bad.” The word admit is usually used in conjunction with an embarrassing or shameful secret. One admits error or prejudice. Is a preference for childlessness so shocking that it must be “admitted”? Your bias is showing, PEOPLE; admit it.
Mary E. McDermott
Little Rock Nine
Reading your article about the events in Little Rock 25 years ago, I experienced the same feelings of puzzlement and disgust I felt when they took place. I have a good memory, but try as I might I have no recollection of being given a choice about the color of my skin. Red, yellow, black, white—the world places far too much emphasis on the color of the skin, also on the cut of the hair and on the shape of the body. Ask a blind person just how important any of these factors really are.