Letters: "What an eye Michael has for all things artistic!"
I should have written this ages ago, to let you know how much I enjoy Michael Paglia's column. On several occasions I have visited an art exhibit, only to later read his review and realize how much of it I had missed — so I could go back and "see it again." Or read his review before I attend an exhibit and take it with me, so I don't miss anything. What an eye Michael has for all things artistic! He has taught me that there is much more to see and enjoy in every work of art.
I am familiar with the piece by Enrique Chagoya, because last year I was a docent at MCA Denver. I was there when Bud Shark discussed the entire exhibit with the volunteers. Had there been something controversial about the work, we would have been given a "heads up" and been told how to handle any problems. I walked by the piece dozens of times; I led tours by it. Nobody was upset. There is just so much detail, it's hard to take it all in. (FYI, on average, people visiting art museums spend eight seconds looking at each piece.) I am so glad Michael said he was puzzled by how someone could just walk in and "pick out" one part. It's too strange, like it was all set up, like somebody had some kind of hidden agenda.
Thank you again for a great column, and for the thoughtful article on Enrique Chagoya.
Loved the staff project on gambling. Loved it so much, in fact, that I headed up to Central City the next morning and dropped a hundred bucks. Sounds like they could use it.
On a weekend, there might not be real, honest-to-God "whales" playing at Ameristar, but there are plenty of folks wagering far more than the minimums. I stood at a craps table a few weekends ago next to a guy with 10K in Benjamins in his bankroll and a good $2,500 in cheques in front of him, who was wagering between $50 and $100 per bet. Then his mom rolled up and started betting even more!
You forgot to mention St. Elmo's Thrift Store, located across the street from Teller House. Great bargains inside.
I am glad to hear that Bill Ficke and his "longtime waiters and staff" are "seething" over the "theft" of his supposed garlic knots. This is nothing in comparison to how the family and supporters of Lil Ricci's feel about Ficke's delusional beliefs. It is difficult to understand how Ficke could allege that my brother, the founder of Lil Ricci's, who originally introduced Bill to every item on the Lil Ricci's menu, is somehow the thief who has stolen his own original recipes. Remember, Ficke's previous occupation involved the selling of shoes in his various stores; this was not a man who was familiar with the restaurant business. He was a very loyal customer of Lil Ricci's New York Pizza in Tamarac, the original Lil Ricci's restaurant. Telling my brother he was "tired of smelling feet but would like the smell of pizza," Ficke proceeded to form a partnership to open up a Lil Ricci's pizzeria.
I guess you could say we are confused by the article that depicts Lil Ricci's as being involved in "thievery"; regardless, Lil Ricci's has such a loyal following that the hundreds of regulars will recognize that rather than seething, maybe "Big Bill" should count his blessings and give respect and credit where it is due.
Editor's note: For another taste of Lil Ricci's, go to the Cafe Society blog.
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