Regarding Patricia Calhoun's "The Power of Babble," in the November 23 issue:
Methinks the lady doth protest too much. It is she who babbles. What would Calhoun have us do--give a medal to the pot-smoking lawbreaker? With people like this advising Clinton, it's a wonder that any Democrats were elected to Congress.
I want to thank Patricia Calhoun for her column on talk radio. That medium has a great deal of power, and it worries me that misinformation and outright lies are sent out to millions by people like Rush Limbaugh and Michael Reagan, with no way to correct them.
Arthur Hodges's November 23 article "Risky Business," regarding Johnny and Bernice Copeland, inferred that the city is taking a huge chance on being repaid.
As one of the vendors who sold the Copelands merchandise for more than twenty years on a biweekly basis, I can only report that they were prompt on their payments 95 percent of the time. The few times they fell behind, they worked out payment schedules and stuck to them until the problem was worked out.
I would think that the city would be much better off working with proven people like the Copelands than with some of the less "seasoned" developers who ask for help.
United Distributing Co., Denver
The other morning I turned on the radio for the first time in several months. What is the very first thing I heard? A couple of longtime jerks--uh, jocks--gleefully denigrating Martina. Oh, yeah--this is why I never listen to Denver radio anymore, I forgot.
Thank you, Bill Gallo, for giving a great athlete her due in a respectful manner ("Volley of the Dolls," November 16). To the rest of you, the woman is an out lesbian. Get over it.
Regarding "Rockabilly, European Style," by Michael Roberts, in the November 16 issue:
Like anyone else, I was momentarily charmed by your story of underdog Portuguese rockabilly heroes the Tennessee Boys. But that soon wore off. Maybe it was the band photos, but I can't help but think of the Chipmunks after looking at them--or maybe a bizarre cross between the Leningrad Cowboys and the Bay City Rollers.
Roberts did himself a great discredit when he compared the Tee Boys rather favorably to the Stray Cats. He tells us the Boys sound like something out of the Fifties Deep South, yet in a different paragraph reveals the silliness of announcing an Elvis song in a cheesy Portuguese accent. Can both be true, daddy-o?
There's a rumble in Brighton tonight, and you're all invited. Here's a cowboy boot up yer arse and a barbed-wire necktie.