Thanks for the cover of Arnold Schwarzenegger (PEOPLE, Oct. 14). He’s such a great big hunk of a teddy bear! Best wishes to him and his future Mrs. I’m so jealous!
Claus von Bülow
Poor Claus. First he must endure the suffering and indignation that the trials brought on, and now the poor man cannot remember if it was a Mercedes that he rented on his tour through Europe. Who is he kidding? His true colors (green) came out when he began to talk about “the money” and “the brats.” After all, isn’t that what this is all about—the money—and his strong desire to acquire it? Why don’t we talk about the one who is truly suffering, Sunny?
Kudos to Alexander von Auersperg and his sister, Ala von Auersperg Kneissl, who have been steadfastly loyal to their mother throughout the sham of von Bülow’s second trial. Your interview showed him for the slimy fortune hunter and womanizer he really is. Ala and Alexander have proved their loyalty, refinement and breeding.
Elmwood Park, Ill.
This little peasant thinks Claus von Büllow is a snobbish bore. I would love him to stay in Europe. I’m sure the air quality of New York would see a considerable difference. Best of luck Ala and Alexander; I hope you nail the rat!
Dr. Barry Gingell
It’s a helluva note when bureaucratic foot-dragging by the FDA forces a concerned, compassionate doctor to resort to international “smuggling” in order to minister to the needs of his desperate AIDS patients. Bless him.
J. Kenneth Poe
Who said they don’t make heroes like they used to? Doesn’t Dr. Barry Gingell deserve this title? Here is a man who is willing to put all on the line for his fellow man. AIDS victims need all the hope they can get in battling the disease, and Dr. Gingell is giving them this hope. Maybe the drugs ribavirin and Isoprinosine will not prove to be beneficial in the treatment of AIDS, but at least Dr. Gingell will have tried and that’s more than a lot of us can say.
Picks & Pans
Last night I saw the film Jagged Edge. This morning, with the movie still fresh in my mind, I could hardly believe my eyes as I read your review. How could Peter Travers treat the film and its star, Glenn Close, so unfairly? Please, readers, beware! Do yourselves a favor and ignore this review. Jagged Edge is a terrific movie. Both Close and Jeff Bridges were magnificent. Who reviews Peter Travers’ reviews anyway? As far as I’m concerned, he failed miserably on this one.
Shari Fenn Winet
I am disgusted by the remark of Candy Lightner calling Busch a “typical alcoholic.” Okay, Mrs. Lightner, what is a typical alcoholic? There is no such thing, and I am extremely offended. I am an alcoholic, and although I understand that Mr. Busch is a danger to society driving a car, alcoholism is a disease. If Mrs. Lightner thinks Busch can go to prison and forget about drinking, she is sadly mistaken. The man needs treatment, and if we really want to see it end, that’s what he will get.
Along with eight sisters and four brothers, I was raised by two loving parents. I don’t know how they made it through the noise, crises and the hard times. All I remember is the laughter that filled our home. As I watch my daughter and 30 other nieces and nephews grow, I pray that they inherit the love and dignity of our threadbare life.
The article on the Reeders was cute, but parents raising a large family is hardly newsworthy—our mother has them beat by a mile and a decade sooner! She had seven children in five years, including two sets of twins in one year. Who’s going to take a walk on all those kids? Our father. Twenty-four years ago Mother was left to raise and support two 10-year-olds, two 9-year-olds, a 7-, 6-and 5-year-old, alone and on a nurse’s salary. Now that deserves a story!
Carla J. Meyer Pincusoff
I am the mother of eight girls, expecting my ninth shortly, and I resent the lack of input from Mary Reeder in your article. Who stays home raising all these kids? Not my husband—he is the first to tell you he wouldn’t want my job for even one day. When you find the guy to take over my job—14 different hairdos arranged by 7:30 a.m., nine different breakfast and lunch menus, three different bus schedules to meet, at least three pairs of lost shoes a morning, one lost library book a day, and a baby with smelly pants, all before I get in the shower or have time for coffee—then I’ll be impressed enough to read one more male-oriented article. Until then, how about shining some light in that dark corner where you have all those mothers hidden?
Cos Cob, Conn.
I must address a word to Charles Kuralt. His quote, “You won’t hear the real stories of our times from me. I missed them all!” upset me. Mr. Kuralt must not realize that we do not remember one word Rather, or even Cronkite, ever reported; but we can recall so many details from the beautiful stories he has told of everyday people and things. His ringing voice has painted the real stories of America. He has given us memories to cherish and sustain us through adversity. There are thousands of potential Dan Rathers, but only one Charles Kuralt.
Joan Sears Miller