By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
By Patricia Calhoun
By William Breathes
Do these girls appreciate that things like team spirit, the thrill of competition and athletic excellence could be theirs on a basketball, soccer or tennis team, along with so much more? And that people would come to those games to watch them, not the guys? And that when they were competing, they could look like it -- frown, grimace, grunt and yell? Do they know the excitement of going out on a court or field to face other girls playing the same game at the same time, reacting instantly to that other team's moves, going head-to-head with them, mixing it up? Now, that's a sport, and these girls should be in one.
I would have given anything when I was their age to be on a girl's team in a real sport. As much as they deserve a hand for their cheerleading, no monies should be diverted from real women's sports to fund what is actually a performing art. Those budgets are skimpy enough.
Parade rest: After reading the December 21 letters by Bryant DeAngelis and Carlo Amato about Kenny Be, I had to write. Columbine (gag) and the Italian Day parade (by the way, does this mean neo-Nazis can have a Hitler Day parade now?) are two subjects that I personally am completely sick of hearing about. (Do you think I'm alone on this? I doubt it.) Hooray to Kenny for pointing out some of the multitude of farces that thrive on these two subjects like bacteria.
Just to respond to those letters, what kind of "model of perseverance" are we talking about here with Frank DeAngelis? Perhaps persevering to look away any time jock bullies beat on insecure geeks who finally snap, as long as the Columbine football team can win state? I dare you to prove me wrong on that point, by the way. No one snaps like that without unbelievable pressure from peers.
In the second letter, Amato sounds like a fine Italian specimen. Statements like "Russell Means and his tribes would still be hunting buffaloes and living in tepees" make me appreciate Italian culture and logic so much more. Thank God that in Columbus, we had the divine light of a cannibalistic freak and his sideshow from Europe, complete with venereal disease (after all, love and romance is yet another thing that the Italians are supposedly so good at, according to Italian sheep, anyway), to help us Europeans (and last I checked, that would include Italy, unfortunately) move in and start killin' all dem injuns that were just taking up good mall space. So if all that America has to offer is bubble gum and Pepsi (which I don't necessarily disagree with, unless you start trying to look deeper, like before the Italians and other Europeans showed up), and Italy has such a vast heritage to bask in, why the hell are you here? I know I wouldn't have any objections to you putting on your Guccis and moving to Italy, the country where they celebrate new governments almost as much as the new year.
Back on the train gang: I just read Stuart Steers's December 14 "The Whistle Stops Here," on Shank and his Creede railroad plans. What is lacking is any input from us good folks in the maligned town of Silverton. We never wanted to be like Aspen; now we don't want to be like Telluride. So when we heard this past summer that Creede didn't want to be like Silverton, we took it as a low blow. We have not been subverted by the Texan element, as have Creede and Lake City. We do run our businesses more than an hour and a half a day; people do indeed ride the train to Silverton specifically to spend the night; and I personally don't know where cotton candy is sold in this town. The Creede mayor's remarks are ill-informed and factually wrong.
Silverton Creede's credo: Thank you for your very nice article in Westword. There are just a couple of inaccuracies I would like to clarify.
If Shank was so concerned at the "lynch-mob mentality" of citizens of Creede asking important questions of a stranger coming into town, and was so "concerned" about his safety, why did he go to the local bar afterward and have several drinks with a dozen or more of those very citizens? Yes, people had some very important questions for anyone proposing what Shank was proposing -- things like business plans, schedules, lack of facilities in Creede for restrooms, restaurants, etc. -- and yes, they got pushy when Shank would never answer a question with a straight answer. Lynch-mob mentality? Read the recorded minutes of all the public meetings held in Town Hall -- I don't think you will find any evidence of such a thing.
As far as the fence situation goes, the "seventy-year-old-woman" is actually only 65 and is one of the more prominent citizens of Creede and a very proper New England lady. But you know those New Englanders: Push them too far, and they'll dump your tea in the sea!