Love-Hate Mail
To die for
The comprehensive article on Nashville’s cemeteries by Christine Kreyling was fascinating (“Six Feet Under,” Aug. 9). Congratulations. My wife and I have a modest family cemetery on our property possessing graves of the historic Dempsey Sawyer family, and we’ve been intrigued by the richness of such places, large and small.
Kreyling’s piece is emblematic of the best moments of the Scene, where a subject is fully explored by a gifted freelance writer. I applaud the Scene for providing the ample pages of coverage, and I hope the paper will continue to provide similar opportunities for our area’s most skillful independent writers.
At some point in the future, perhaps the Scene will consider coverage of the very large, long-lost cemetery at the site of the old Central State Mental Hospital (the demolished hospital site now occupied by the Dell Computer facility and the Metro Parks Department). Efforts have been made by the mental health community to remember this final resting place—now an open field—for 2,400 individuals. How all those graves were erased in the 1950s is quite a story.
KEM HINTON
khinton@Tuck-Hinton.com (Nashville)
Unfair and unbalanced
I have always appreciated the Scene’s candor and humor, especially when the upside-down world of politics is discussed. During most of this campaign for mayor, I have laughed at the shenanigans of the various candidates reported in the Scene. But ever since the Scene endorsed Karl Dean, he has received a free pass as the paper continues to lampoon Bob Clement (“Dean for Mayor,” July 26). The paper has uncharacteristically maintained that Dean is a new wave progressive, even as he describes himself as conservative. It has mocked Clement’s ideas without describing a single idea put forth by Dean. It is as if we are to vote for Karl Dean only because Bob Clement has a Southern accent. As the runoff campaign moves forward, I hope the Scene will report fairly and in good humor on both candidates.
MARK J. DOWNTON
5654 Amalie Dr. (Nashville)
That’s amore
Thanks a lot for the great review of The Italian Market (“Italian Renaissance,” July 19). Believe it or not, this has been the first time that I have had enough sleep to actually put together a coherent sentence. People have been coming in droves to check everything out: food, bocce, groceries, etc. I’m sorry you did not like the osso bucco, and I am curious as to which style you had. Was it on risotto or with the vegetable ragu sauce? (I’m opting for the latter.) All in all, I want to thank you for a very favorable review. We are extremely proud of what we have accomplished in such a short period of time and appreciate your honesty in all your reviews. It levels the playing field, and I respect you for that.
KEN PETERSEN
kgpcars@aol.com (Nashville)
Gone but not forgotten
My grandfather was H. Sanders Anglea. I was very touched to see his name mentioned in the article referring to Varallo’s Restaurant (“When We Were Chili Kings,” Dec. 10, 1998). I live in Sweden and read it online. I recall going there with PaPa, and I loved meeting with all of his friends. Now, looking back, I realize how many important and influential men I was hanging out with at Varallo’s. Thank you for remembering him.
ANDREA SIMMONS
sas63@arcticmail.com (Asa, Sweden)
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