By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
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By Patricia Calhoun
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By Michael Roberts
By Melanie Asmar
Preach Out and Touch Somebody
I'm a retired Presbyterian minister working as a volunteer chaplain, and I read Steve Jackson's article about Doug Overall ("The Quiet Man," June 14). I wrote Overall a letter commending him for his work--what a great man and a wonderful outreach. It was great reading about him, and I commend you, too, for the excellent way in which you've covered this story. Your article is superb, and I hope you continue to do this quality of work for Westword. God bless you.
Thank you for Steve Jackson's story on Doug Overall. When so much of what we read and hear could be considered "bad" news, it was wonderful to find such an uplifting a story. And on the cover of Westword, no less! My prayers are with Doug and with all the people he helps.
Regarding Kenny Be's "Romerman Returns," in the June 14 issue:
Once again, Kenny Be comes to the rescue of Coloradans who are concerned about this state's out-of-control growth. Much as I appreciate his Worst-Case series, though, I find it a sad commentary on the state of today's newspapers that the most thoughtful work being done on the topic is by Westword's cartoonist.
Editor Patricia Calhoun can take some credit, too, particularly for her coverage of issues in the Platte Valley (most recently "Win Some, Lose Some" in the June 14 issue). Given what's happening in the Rocky Mountain region, the name of her paper seems most prophetic.
Hey, what happened to Kenny Be? His cartoons used to be really funny and cool to read. There was a time when no topic was too risky and no subject too sacred. His comics were witty, intelligent, occasionally slightly raunchy, but always extremely hilarious. I enjoyed writing in and giving an average citizen's defense of his First Amendment right to be a good cartoonist, but I guess when a cartoonist loses his edge, he has to rely on weak "Romerman" story lines and hope nobody notices (and nobody does).
Garrett D. Weekley
He Auto Know Better
I'm writing regarding Kenny Be's cartoon titled "Valley of the Cars," in the May 24 issue. I wanted to provide you with some more accurate information about Colorado's Ocean Journey (COJ).
The $65 million project will be privately financed through a revenue bond and capital campaign, with the exception of a $200,000 economic-development loan from the City of Denver. The loan will be paid back during our first two years of operation.
Colorado's Ocean Journey will have about 1,000 parking spaces on site. We share our neighbor's concerns about the environment and are taking this into careful consideration as COJ is developed. Discussions have already begun with COJ's neighbors to minimize the need for additional parking spaces.
I will be happy to provide you with any additional information on COJ or to meet with a reporter to discuss COJ in greater detail.
Judy Petersen-Fleming, Founder
Colorado's Ocean Journey
It would be easy to defame Randel Metz as he does others in his June 7 letter to Westword about Kenny Be's "Valley of the Cars." He evidently moved here from Los Angeles and is now complaining about the descendants of cowboys and drivers of Chevy Suburbans and Range Rovers who provide and subsidize his RTD bus rides.
May he, Mr. Metz, straddle a hot exhaust pipe, thus furthering his self-adulation and gratification.
More Sage Advice
Regarding the June 7 "Wildlife on the Move!" by Robin Chotzinoff and Eric Dexheimer:
Well! To begin with, your so-called expert from Dale's Exotic Game Meats doesn't know a ruffed grouse from a sage hen. Ruffed grouse are considered by many hunters to be the king of the upland gamebirds. There are literally hundreds of volumes written expounding their virtues. For their incomparable flavor's sake, please do not just cook them "as you would a duck." What an unconscionable travesty!
Wild ducks and geese, by the way, have almost no fat. Why, one might ask. They love to fly and burn up any fat that might accumulate by migrating great distances. They are very unlike their pen-bound, couch potatoesque, domesticated cousins who fly little and poorly and grow extremely fat. In the same vein (no pun intended), and with no offense to Sam Arnold, what he serves to his customers is farm-raised "game" meat. Its flavor holds no comparison whatsoever to true wild game.
In your ignorance, you also do a great disservice to bear meat. Like any wild game, if a bear is eviscerated, skinned and allowed to cool quickly, its meat will be very succulent. Well-prepared bear rivals the finest pork. Before your staff writes another word about game-meat preparation, I suggest they research the L.L. Bean Wild Game Cookbook. (No, I am not a yuppie hunter from back East. I am a third-generation Colorado native.)
Finally, I want to make it very clear to your nonhunting readers that the majority of funds used in the studies of which you write comes from the sales of hunting and fishing licenses to people such as me. The original and still the best conservationists, we are the everyday blokes who gladly spend hard-earned monies to pursue wild fish, fowl and big game in the ever-shrinking wildlands of the Rocky Mountain West. (And you have the audacity to call yourself Westword. Would that we were still a sleepy cowtown, the "Queen City of the Plains," with her crown unsullied by the likes of you all.)