An Open Book
Read Calhoun's latest, "Open Wide," in the February 8 issue. All I can say is: Good work, Westword! Glad you have the guts to go after those city-attorney records. Too bad the dailies don't.
I was very disheartened to read about Wellington Webb's Louisiana connection in Off Limits in the February 8 issue. Having resided in that state for almost forty years and having observed the cancer that is destroying its soul, it is very unsettling to find that this is now metastasizing to Colorado. The names of the politicians and "businessmen" from Louisiana with whom the mayor is apparently consorting may not have a great deal of significance to Denver readers, but for me, these were very notable personalities representing the worst aspects of the worst state in the union.
Wellington Webb should turn away from his present course if these associations are real, for they represent a danger to the community. Please keep your readers informed of this troubling trend. And take it from a Louisiana native who could not stand it any longer: You do not want to import these politicos to Colorado.
Gary F. Gansar, M.D.
Blood Will Tell
I am writing to congratulate Steve Jackson on his excellent piece about hepatitis C, "The Hep C Generation," in the February 8 issue. As someone who has a relative suffering from this disease, I know how difficult it can be to explain it. Thank you for breaking the silence on this "silent" epidemic.
Editor's Note: Michael Lamb, who was featured prominently in Steve Jackson's story, died last week of liver failure caused by the hepatitis C virus. He was 47. A Navy corpsman who served with the Marines during the Vietnam War and received a Navy commendation for his role in combat, he believed he got the virus from exposure to the blood of the men he fought to save. Lamb was on the top of University Hospital's liver-transplant waiting list when he died.
Regarding Patricia Calhoun's "Is Nothing Sacred?" in the January 18 issue:
I was on holiday when your editorial on former coach McCartney came out, so I'm forced to reply a bit late.
Hey, baby! You "kicked the ole pigskin right on the laces," as I see it. You summed up how I feel about the man who heads the "Promise Creepers." Thanks much for being as eloquent as I'd choose to be. And now that he's gone, I may even save up my "cha-ching, cha-ching" and buy a CU football sweatshirt.
P.S.: Letter-writer Rita Cisneros obviously needs to get a life!
I notice the letters on "Is Nothing Sacred?" are still being written, so I am writing one more. With so many of us "hypocrites" out here, I wonder how the editor of Westword decides which one to spotlight.
Several years ago, while I was feeling quite ill, a presence came into the room with me. It was two circles rotating, one moving clockwise, the other counterclockwise. It was like a radio, receiving and transmitting peace, love and joy. My illness was gone, and I had never felt so free from stress. I have since read that the Eastern religions are familiar with this happening.
The experience left me with the thought that the religious leaders who have little love to share with others of diverse opinions or color or race have yet to understand the soul and spirit of God. The teachings of the master teacher, Jesus, are yet to be put into practice. What a waste!
I am still working on the mote in my own eyes.
Isn't it strange that the following statement fits both Jesse Jackson and the religious fanatical right? And they both seem to be doing their thing in Colorado right now...
"The only thing worse than intolerance and bigotry is an intolerant bigot who profits by it."
Another Flight of Fancy
Westword's continuous coverage of the scandalous Denver International Airport has put me in such a froth that I recently had to consult with my neighborhood psychic, Professor U.I. Wannatell, in search of what the future may hold for us all. Here is what he predicted:
Even when it finally opens, the new airport will not generate enough revenue to pay off the bonds sold to build it. Denver will default.
Investors will take back their junk at yet another black-tie dinner in the tented terminal. Wilma Webb will sing "Bend Over Bondholder."
Transportation Secretary Federico Pena will resign to take charge of the Arvada Grand Prix race. Voters will approve it.
Mayor Wellington Webb will be blamed for the entire airport mess and a bunch of other stuff. He will take a job with Greyhound Bus.
Gene Amole will become mayor and immediately close down DIA. The FBI will drive him to Dallas and show him a grassy knoll and a magic bullet. Amole will reopen DIA.
Troubleshooter Tom Martino will be sent into the still-malfunctioning DIA baggage system. He will emerge screaming, "There's prairie weasels down there playing bumper cars!"
Stapleton Airport will become a nuclear-waste dump after Rocky Flats blows up. That event will wipe out the Arvada Grand Prix race, forcing Pena to quickly leave town... minus his luggage.
United Airlines will buy Greyhound Bus and transfer Wellington Webb to the DIA lost-and-damaged-baggage room. He will be joined by dozens of cronies and relatives asking for work.
A man in a white suit named Dick Fleming will appear at City Hall to propose building a billion-dollar Greyhound Bus terminal with automated baggage transfer. Denver City Council will approve it.
Adams County will buy back DIA for two cents on the dollar, then have to close it because of noise complaints from ranchers with mutilated cattle. UFOs will use the vacant airport as an earth hub.
Neal Bush and Silverado Banking will stage a comeback by proposing a new $10 billion airport and bus terminal in Wacker, Colorado. Voters will approve BUSHWACKER.
Now, mind you, I won't be around to see all this happen. I'll be in a monastery praying for all those heathens who voted for that DIA high-plains stinker.
Paul T. Kane
Regarding Michael Roberts's "Taken Past the Limit," in the January 11 issue:
I would like to say to Michael Roberts that, in my opinion, that is the finest article you have ever written. It is time you get credit for the good material you write, not just the bad.
Getting back to the article, the bass player wasn't even asked to regroup for the Eagles reunion. It sure doesn't surprise me. Being a bass player myself in the late Seventies and middle Eighties for local groups in the Denver area, I soon learned that you get no respect from other musicians in the band when deciding which songs the band will play; you will even get ignored. It's a thankless job. Yet the bass players are usually the first member called because they are the most scarce.
Again, great article, Michael.
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