I have my own theories about why Remington Steele (PEOPLE, Oct. 31) is so very good. Besides a beautiful woman, a gorgeous guy and superb writing, there is another factor: Laura and Remington haven’t gotten to first base too fast. In this day and age, when practically every show includes two characters who have barely said hello before jumping into bed with each other, the slow, subtle development of a relationship is rare. There is much to be said for leaving a little to the imagination. Some of us have very vivid imaginations.
Many critics have been quick to judge Mr. Brosnan as just another steer in the herd of television beefcake. You did him justice by identifying the classiness that separates him from the rest. Does his popularity mean that people are starting to realize there is more to a man than how he looks in designer underwear?
Your opinion of the American female seems a little shallow: “Sorry, girls, he’s married and the father of three.” While some women might fantasize about stealing Pierce away from his wife, for most it is the very fact that he is devoted to his wife and family that appeals to us.
Your excerpt from Frank Deford’s book about his daughter Alex made me reflect on how trivial our everyday problems are. I am the mother of a healthy 16-year-old girl, and I don’t think I would have the courage that this family had if I found myself in the same situation. When Alex looks out that window in heaven at her family and at the friends who loved her, I would like to be one of the ones she sees.
Sharon M. Harmon
I also have a special daughter, but her problem is mental retardation. I’ve wondered at times if it wouldn’t have been best if she had died, but after reading about the Defords’ loss of their little girl, I thank God for my small problems. Never again will I wonder what’s best. Our time together is. Thank you.
I just wanted to tell you that Frank Deford’s book about his daughter Alex was one of the hardest things in the world for me to read. Because I am a parent of a 10-year-old daughter with cystic fibrosis, I didn’t want to know what it was like to have your child die. One day I will have to face the same thing that the Deford family did. Mr. Deford’s words touched me where no one else’s had—within the deepest, darkest parts of my soul. Funny thing, but I feel better because of it—a sort of inner peace within myself. Thank you for sharing the story with all of us.
Please tell where I can send some money to help find a cure for what Alex named “the worst disease of all.”
Checks can be sent to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, 6000 Executive Blvd., Rockville, Md. 20852.—ED.
Your article about Evel Knievel’s new career (PEOPLE, Oct. 10) as a painter caught my eye. My husband, Alfredo Rodriguez, is a well-known Western artist. Over the years, a greeting card company has purchased and printed several of his works, including one called Sioux With Peace Medal. The original oil was bought in 1979, and thousands of cards have been reproduced from it and sold since then. Mr. Knievel must have been just as impressed with my husband’s work as many others have been. He has apparently decided that art is a road to fast money, and has convinced many people to pay up to $500 for copies while the originals are selling around the country for 40 cents.
Cheryl de Rodriguez
Evel Knievel replies: “I deny nothing concerning the beautiful ideas and dreams I’ve gotten from other artists’ work. If I’ve used their techniques, I make no apology. If Rodriguez’s work inspired me, I thank him and I want to give him credit, but I never heard of the man. I don’t know what he got for his painting, but I got $25,000 for mine. I’m planning to do a picture of Jesus Christ, and I sure hope nobody jumps me on that.”—ED.