When I first saw Pryor in a Berkeley bar, he appeared to be a vulnerable brother down on his luck (PEOPLE, March 13). Five years later he’s just as vulnerable, though a financial success. It’s a pleasure to know in this age of plastic superstars that there is a real star who admits to “messing up” and takes the responsibility for it.
John H. Grigsly
Let’s not cry over Pryor. It’s his “kiss my black ass” attitude that has gotten him in trouble in the first place. Should he learn from all of his mistakes, the man will become a veritable genius.
I am quite concerned about young Scott Finlay, the Canadian ski racer who had the tragic fall. Is he going to be all right? How long before he’s back on the slopes?
L. A. Janes
Cathedral City, Calif.
Finlay continues to improve slowly, although he remains in a coma. “We’re looking at a very long recovery period, ” his doctor says. “No one is prognosticating on the extent of the recovery. In cases like this, it’s impossible to say.”
Grow up, Judy. Your helping Burt Reynolds when he was out of work is quite a bit different from his helping you with legal fees which are the result of your own doing.
Congratulations on your story on pianist Nyiregyházi. It made my week.
New York City
Susan Ford is a lucky 20-year-old. How many college dropouts have a condominium paid for by Daddy and make over $300 a week? Please, let’s have some stories of people who really earn what they have.
Robert Stuart Wallace
It is horrifying that at least three persons devoted to the healing of body or spirit could so closely observe Robert Stuart Wallace, age 27 and weighing 60 pounds, and conclude that “the young man was fit.”
New York City
No one can deny the good work that Bethel Bible School does in giving children whose parents are in prison some semblance of home life. But they are quite selective about whom they help. So far no black child has been taken in at Bethel. True, the school “gets no government support.” If they did, they could no longer discriminate because of color.
Bethel does not feel that the family setup they strive for would be served by having blacks in each cottage, says director of finances Ron Campbell. Bethel has built a new cottage for black children and black houseparents, but it is unused because of lack of funds.
If Cristina Ford feels “like a common beggar,” maybe the poor dear should ask the Ford Foundation for a grant.
Stony Brook, N.Y.
Thank you for the beautiful picture of Jason and JFK. The accompanying caption brought a lump to my throat, for he did know something about tired little boys. But who painted the portrait and when was it hung?
It was painted by New York artist Aaron Shikler. A radical departure from the traditional presidential portrait—Kennedy has his arms folded and head bowed—the painting was previewed by Jackie in 1971 on her first visit to the White House after the assassination. She approved.
Miller’s aluminum can recycling machine is a great idea, but the “Golden Goat”? We dairy goat breeders have been battling the tin can myth for decades, and thought we finally had it about licked. Now this! Once again, goats do not eat tin cans or trash.
Eagle Point, Oreg.
After articles on oil, gas, land bills, capital moves, etc., it’s a pleasure to read a piece about the real inner beauty of Alaska, dog racing.
Mrs. Betty Anderson
Carol and Irwin Ware are the type of people I wish were on the endangered species list. Three cheers for the cloth coat! Better yet, coats made from genuine furriers’ skins!
This fine actor shines whether he is portraying Oscar Madison or Quincy. Now there’s an odd couple for you!
Dr. William Shapiro
Recently a member of my family fell asleep while driving alone, had a minor accident and woke up still driving with no knowledge of the mishap at all. She found out about it later when she was called into court. Only then did I become concerned about her habit of falling asleep at the most inopportune times. Now I know it is an illness and will encourage her to seek treatment. Thank you.
After reading your article I had to write to tell someone, everyone that there is hope. People with narcolepsy can function normally—and beautifully. My father was diagnosed as narcoleptic by the Army in the ’40s. Shortly after, he established his own advertising firm and ran it successfully for years. He had to take a one-hour nap a day, usually in the afternoon. My father is now 65 and still working. His condition is controlled by a prescribed drug, Benzedrine. He has never needed psychotherapy for a “low self-image,” never caused a fire, had a “sweet tooth,” nor has he been required to visit a doctor once a month. His life has been anything but “bland,” and the day he “suppresses” feelings of anger, joy, pride, excitement or depression will be the day he leaves this earth!