Shared The Love
Jerry, thank you for your love of San Diego County and for sharing it with us (“End of the Trail,” “Roam-O-Rama,” July 7). You are, of course, right in your assessment of the great geographical diversity of our region and how lucky we all are to be able to enjoy it, and thanks for your help in that regard. I am very sorry to hear about your illness and hope that you have been fulfilled in this life. Thanks for your good work. I will miss it.
Stephen A. Smith
Jerry, you came to my office on Broadway (Frost House in Golden Hill) when you first got into town; I believe you were doing photography at the time (“End of the Trail,” “Roam-O-Rama,” July 7). It was a most pleasant visit as I recall, and while I regret that we never got to work together, you did quite well without my help. You have provided uncounted people much pleasure and have thus (and in other countless ways) greatly made this place and the world much, much better. Not many can say that, and even fewer than it is true for you.
Despite the state of your illness, I hope you will heal and beat it. Ask your physician about “mega” doses of vitamin D, even though, with all your time outdoors, your levels might be somewhat higher than most unless you’ve used a lot of sunscreen. There have been other recent advances in treatment, so keep on plugging and know that thousands or millions are in your corner!
Dear Mr. Schad, thank you for many years of describing the beautiful areas in our county, which have guided me to places I probably would not have discovered (“End of the Trail,” “Roam-O-Rama,” July 7). Happy trails.
Kim C. Cox
Le Quattro Volte is one of the worst movies I have ever seen in 72 years (Movie Review, June 30). For David Elliott to give it four stars is absolutely unforgivable. The movie has absolutely no script (zero). There is no acting. There is a complex array of seeing goats and a sick man eating dust that has been blessed. The cutting down of a tree and the emergence of mineral charcoal. So what if it represents four souls in different forms (human, animal, vegetable, and mineral). On-screen it has no meaning at all. It is not even a documentary. I am so sorry that people who respect the Reader to help guide them in some cases to see certain movies get duped by Elliott. Duncan Shepherd was terrible, but I thought Elliott was better. I have reviewed movies for a San Antonio Jewish magazine with respect for those individuals reading the review. I am shocked, perplexed, and very upset with Elliott’s offbeat review. We as people in San Diego deserve respect with better critique. While I agree that the Tree of Life failed, it was much better in many respects than “Four Times.” To give it one star and to give this movie four stars — people should be asking for their hard-earned money back from the Gaslamp. Not to say that Elliott should return anyone’s money back as well. Please do better, Reader, in choosing your movie critics. Sorry!
Re “Why Would the FBI Give $223 Million to This Man?” (Cover Story, June 30). This incisive article represents a welcome change to including investigative journalism. You must make it a regular part of your editorial mission.
We’re Two For Four
Printing the food blogs from Ed Bedford and Barbarella is a good call (July 7). From Naomi Wise and Brandon Hernandez, not so much.
Goofy With No Fun
I’m disappointed in the “mind-benders” (“Brainstorms”). They’re not as humorous or fun as they used to be. It’s just goofy, stupid stuff, but it’s not fun goofy, stupid stuff. That’s all I have to say. I enjoy the Reader, and I appreciate the publication, but the puzzle is just not doing it anymore.
via voice mail
Preeminent Force Ruling Human Existence
I’ve been debating with myself over the last few weeks whether or not I should write this letter. Obviously, I outvoted myself and wrote it. I concluded I absolutely had to tell you that Ms. Barbarella’s fans accept her dim-witted warnings without question.
In the first place, what really irks me is that Barbarella has presented us with a Hobson’s choice. Either we let her apotheosize the most merciless dingbats you’ll ever see, or she’ll hasten society’s quiescence to moral pluralism and epistemological uncertainty.
I close this letter along the same lines it opened on: Ms. Barbarella’s inclinations are very much in line with wrongheaded emotionalism in that they transform fear and its inculcation into the preeminent force ruling human existence.
The Epic Gnar