Best & Worst Dressed
I read your article on “Winners & Sinners” (PEOPLE, Dec. 1) last night before going to sleep—I laughed so hard I fell out of bed.
I got a good laugh out of designer Lindka Cierach’s remark about Don Johnson’s tuxedo: “I don’t think I’d like to be seen with a man wearing that sort of thing.” I don’t think I’d like to see her with him either. I’d much rather see myself with him—no matter what he was wearing. He’s a definite 10 in my book!
Fergie, Duchess of York, deserves a nine—for courage to wear that outfit in public. Her designers should all be sent to the dungeon!
How dare you drag Jerry Falwell’s name in the dirt the way you did in the Dec. 1 issue! I’m sure he said none of those things, much less even looked at those weird people’s fashions. He has a much higher calling.
Rev. Jerry Falwell replies: “I know absolutely nothing about fashion. When I open my closet door my wife will have my suits in order with a tie so I can’t possibly be mismatched. I had fun being a judge, and since the Pope was one of the ones being judged, I didn’t think it was too bad.”—ED.
I am a 19-year-old unwed mother of a beautiful, 16-month-old daughter. I go to college full-time and work two part-time jobs. All without help from my daughter’s father.
I am sick to death of hearing about teen fathers and their pain due to an unwanted pregnancy. Your article and a recent ABC After-School Special are only two examples of this. Most teen dads have no responsibility for the child nor do they care about what the girl goes through. Teen mothers are the ones who carry the brunt of the pregnancy. We are the ones who are viewed as the irresponsible sluts whom people look down at, not the boys!
Seems to me that with all the self-proclaimed good qualities Roy Whetstine has, he would be a little more giving to the poor miner who sold him the stone in the first place. One man’s fortune should not be at another man’s cost! And then to boast about it—tsk! tsk!
I cannot express enough my enthusiasm about your article. I had the great privilege of meeting Miss McQueen last year. It was an experience I will never forget. She signed my book, Gone With the Wind, and all I could do was cry. Your article on her was quite inspiring. I found it astounding that she went back to school at age 66 and got her bachelor of arts degree. She is a unique, influential lady.
Andrea Kay Miller
Ted Kennedy Jr.
In Teddy Kennedy’s story he said, “The film could have an incredible impact.” I can only say that the film came at an opportune time for me. The next day the responsibility fell to me to tell 120 11- and 12-year-olds that their teacher had just been diagnosed as having lung cancer.
We talked briefly about the movie shown the night before and could discuss how Mr. Kennedy had faced his problem bravely and beaten the enemy, with much support, of course. We pointed out that now, years later, he was living a healthy, fulfilled life and, their teacher could also. The students handled the news about their teacher well and bravely.
Your story about Sean Sellers mentioned how a devil worshipper found “kindred spirits” at The Rocky Horror Show. Please understand that Rocky Horror has no connection to the Devil and does not promote satanism in any form. Please don’t confuse “cult” with “occult.”
Sean Sellers sounds like a neglected, misled, unloved young man when, indeed, he was much loved by his parents. The article leads one to believe that his parents, Paul and Vonda Bellofatto, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law, were always away, driving cross-country in their truck. They did drive together off and on for years. Their days home were spent with Sean. And, when working, who better to entrust their child with than his grandfather Blackwell or his aunt Debbie? There were times in Sean’s growing years that his parents did not drive at all. Paul worked as a mechanic, and Vonda worked in an office. For a while Vonda worked in the same pizza parlor with Sean. Not only are the three people Sean murdered victims, so are their families. For Paul and Vonda we pray that they’ve found peace. For Sean, we pray for justice.
Picks & Pans
Daryl and I were so pleased to see our infamous 1976 Muskrat Love White House concert mentioned in Ralph Novak’s review of Music at the White House. I have fond memories of that concert, but none has stayed with me more vividly than the look on Henry Kissinger’s face (he was seated less than 15 feet from me, in the front row) as Daryl played the muskrat sounds on his synthesizer. Now every time I sing about those “dopey and suggestive” muskrats, I think of Henry.
Lake Tahoe, Nev.