There is only one thing wrong with your story on Bond’s Babes (PEOPLE, July 18). You’ve got the wrong man on the cover. Anyone who has read all the Ian Fleming books knows that Sean Connery, not Roger Moore, epitomizes James Bond. I don’t want to be cruel, but a lot of those ladies who tumbled into bed with Moore’s Bond were, well, obviously being paid. As a Bondophile, I look forward to Connery’s return as the real agent 007 in this fall’s Never Say Never Again.
No offense to Octopussy star Maud Adams, but the girls are definitely not the reason I enjoy the James Bond movies. Roger Moore has never looked better.
I am delighted at the success Sean and Roger have had in the James Bond films. But contrary to your report of my professional demise after I portrayed Bond in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, my career is alive and well. As for Diana Rigg, my co-star in that film: If she ate garlic before our love scene, it tasted like Dom Pérignon.
Santa Monica, Calif.
Lazenby also appeared briefly as Bond last spring in the TV movie Return of the Man from U.N.C.L.E.—ED.
Whose business is it what relationship Nancy Reagan had with her natural father, Ken Robbins? The man who obviously had a greater impact on her life was her adoptive dad, Dr. Loyal Davis. I wish people would stop trying to discover what Nancy Reagan is trying to hide and leave her past life alone.
I remember visiting Ken and Patsie Robbins in 1958 at their modest residence in Sparta, N.J. I had become engaged, and my fiancé wanted me to meet the Robbinses because they were friends of his family. I found Ken Robbins to be very much as you described him. He was outgoing and abrupt with some of his comments, but also kind. His second wife, Patsie, was a gentle woman with a heart of gold. After a beautiful dinner, we sat in a bright living room where there were photos of Nancy and Ronald Reagan. Robbins was proud of his daughter. At the same time, he and Patsie revealed they were not close to her. I recall the day very vividly. As a wedding present, the Robbinses gave us glassware—candlesticks, a cordial set and a cake plate—that had belonged to Nancy’s grandmother. I was surprised and upset many years later to read the autobiography Nancy. I thought she came down very hard on her natural father, without the forgiveness which is so necessary.
Elise Johnson Harrison
I don’t understand how it is mathematically possible for Nancy Reagan to have celebrated her 60th birthday just recently. Your photo story about her natural father, Ken Robbins, shows she was alive and kicking in 1921. Manipulation of the facts appears to be the basis of the Reagans’ philosophy.
Thea H. Bruhn
Oak Ridge, N.J.
It is outrageous for you to refer to Laura Branigan’s performances in gay dance bars around the country as a tour of the “AIDS circuit.” The remark contributes to the dangerous stigmatization of the gay community at a time when a disease that necessitates serious research and humane patient care is instead being greeted with bigotry, hysteria and moralistic zeal.
Eric E. Rofes
Lesbian and Gay
Surely you jest! In your article on where to find good food in America, Jane Stern suggests that the best barbecue in South Carolina “is pork and comes with a yellow mustard sauce.” Not so! It must have been diabolical planning by Gen. William T. Sherman’s cooks that infused mustard into the sacred recipe for sauce that has been passed from father to son since the Weenee Indians shared it with the settlers who ventured up the Sampit, Black, Pee Dee and Waccamaw rivers. Sherman and his Union soldiers did pass through the part of the state that continues to hold an indelicate preference for the hot-dog-type dressing. But the real standard for barbecue was set in the low country areas, including Georgetown and Williamsburg counties. Plagued be he who puts mustard in sauce for fresh, pit-cooked pork.
A. Lee Parsons
Pawleys Island, S.C.
Dr. Russell Dohner
Your story on Dr. Russell Dohner was a breath of fresh air. I can sympathize with the physicians who criticize his $2 office visits. They can’t lower their prices now. How would they support their new cars, elaborate homes and wide-screen TVs? Thank God for people like Dr. Dohner. It seems he is in medicine for all the right reasons.
I thought Ivy League snobbery went out with the raccoon coat and rumble seats. Now I read that some irate Princeton grad wonders which talented and intellectually superior student was denied admission to the university this year to make room for Brooke Shields. I wonder if this alum read the item in the campus humor magazine recently in which a student wrote about Brooke Shields “parking her panties” at Princeton this fall. Is this an example of how a talented and intellectually superior student expresses himself?
Claiming that her daughter may have been her mother in a previous life does not give Shirley MacLaine an excuse to be an eternal child. As for her book, Out on a Limb, would someone please hand me a saw?