By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
By Patricia Calhoun
By William Breathes
By Michael Roberts
By Melanie Asmar
Similar thinking is in order about the Class of 1994 graduation. The ceremony belonged to them, not to any particular segment of the graduating class or school community. It would have been inappropriate for any specific group of graduates to receive preferential treatment during the ceremony based upon their individual opinions. The event was for the sole purpose of granting a high school diploma to these graduates in the presence of many of the persons who had enabled them to qualify for this traditional rite of passage. The procedures should not have had to be changed to accommodate the wishes of any interest group. To do so would not have been compatible with the purpose of a graduation ceremony. Further, the occasion was not the appropriate forum to address perceived grievances since there are workable, viable and appropriate routes for the accomplishment of a redress for grievances.
We must continue to work to discover the means by which the completion of a sound high school education for all of America's youth becomes a reality. Please let this event serve the greater purpose of a recognition that we all need each other, that we all need to feel responsible for each other's welfare, and that we will either thrive together or we will not survive together.
Linda Bates Transou
Principal, Manual High School
Rock in His Head
Regarding Bill Gallo's "Hard-Boiled to Perfection" in the June 1 issue:
Say it ain't so, Bill. Tell me you didn't link Red Rock West with Richard Widmark. Or even with the Coen boys. Dahl's flick definitely aims for Blood Simple and drops well short. Yes, the brothers C are slick and controlled, but at least they remembered to write a freakin' script! Every speech in this movie can be found in any sizable collection of Kojak episodes. Where in this film are you finding dialogue both stripped and resonant, or the tasty psychological traps of good noir? In the random yelling?
...and in the end, the drifter casts money to the wind because he does have a soul. (What does it say about an audience, by the way, when the discarding of cash makes for such a devastating final scene?) Disney would be proud.
I hope your readers won't mind if I hint at one of the big secret twists of Red Rock West: When the femme fatale says to trust her 'cause she loves you--don't do it!
For the Record
With regard to John Jesitus's June 8 article "Local Attraction," the phrase "on whose shelves a fair amount of the merchandise subsequently appeared" (referring to Bakeman's CDs) might leave the impression in some readers' minds that Bakeman's was some kind of instigator in the incident involving John Carter and his unnamed female partner. I would just like to explain what happened.
After Carter and the woman had their falling-out, she called a few local stores, described the situation and explained that she needed to sell the merchandise (which she had gone out and acquired). Bakeman's was the store that bought the merchandise from her; I came into the picture after the dispute between them had already happened. I paid her, she paid the people who had consigned the product to her, and that was pretty much it. Bakeman's now has a larger local music section, the local artists got paid for their product, and John Carter also has about 75 local CDs and tapes that Bakeman's gave him on consignment. Locals' Music has my best wishes for success; after all, the reason we're both here is to get the music to the people.
Frank Bacon, owner