Love/Hate Mail, Dec. 15, 2011 

A Hedy Boner

I can't believe Hedy Weinberg wasn't on the Boner list ("The 2011 Boner Awards," Dec. 8). Look at the trouble she's caused suing schools for saying a prayer at a ballgame. How long will real Americans put up with it? Not long.

And why do people nowadays insist on trying to go places where they're not wanted ("Enjoin the Club," Dec. 8)? When I was in junior high school, I wasn't invited to a popular girl's party. I was hurt, and my mother offered to call the girl's parents and insist she invite me. But I said no. If she doesn't want me at her party, I don't want to go. If Belle Meade doesn't want you, why do you want them to be forced to accept you? You'll always know in your heart you're not really a member.

Ronnie Bishop
Nashville


Marg-nificent

I managed to see Margaret last week, and would argue that it's truly great — daring and unusual and unpredictable and disturbing and lots else, including a signpost of what in this farkakte industry can get barely funded, shot, cut, released, reviewed, and one hopes, resuscitated (all this despite the presence of some very key names behind the scenes, although two of them — Sydney Pollack and Anthony Minghella — have since passed away). For what it's worth, Margaret will be on my year-end Top 10 list. Bravo to Mike D'Angelo and the Scene for calling due attention to this extraordinary film maudit.

Rob Nelson<
Minneapolis


This time it's in the middle

To Samuel Hardy ("In Defense of Steve," Love/Hate Mail, Dec. 8):

They posted my letter at the top of the page. Yours was at the bottom. End of story.

There's some 200-word limit? I don't know about all that. I just wrote an email, and they didn't edit one word. Not. A Single. One.

 In reference to the letter I responded to, the length and obtuseness of mine conjures up just one word succinctly: GLARING IRONY. Now who's OCD ? 

The Scene didn't ask for anything, just my location. They must be gagging for content — and all you can do is give me a reason to go paint my garden gnome. I'm glad you got worn out reading it. At least it gave you something to do. I fell asleep reading yours. 

Mine — top. Yours — bottom. 

End of.

T. Clark
Nashville


Bill of right deeds

To Jim Ridley:

I stopped by First Baptist Church a few minutes ago to browse the library for a book by Josh McDowell. Donna, the church secretary, asked if I had seen "An Open Letter to Bill," which you had written recently. I had not seen the article but I know Bill very well. As I turned to walk down the hall from the office toward the church library, there stood Bill!

Donna asked Bill if he had seen the letter. He had heard about the letter but had not read it. He took the letter and went into the church kitchen and I continued on my way to the library. As I returned to the office Bill had left. I got in my car and sat in the rain reading your letter. What a wonderful expression of appreciation to a gentleman you had never met.

Jim, Bill was abandoned early in life. He was raised by a family member, who was an Episcopal priest, I think. He and his siblings were separated, and reunited briefly after a severe illness. Bill worked for the IRS in San Francisco after his military service years ago. While working in San Francisco he contracted a virus that placed him in a coma for several months. Upon regaining consciousness, he was declared disabled. 

Having served in the military, Bill was declared a disabled veteran. He moved to Nashville, where he was reunited with a family member for a brief period of time before he was placed in the care of the VA Hospital's York Campus. He now lives in a veterans' home on Maple Street in Murfreesboro.

I am sure your father has probably given you this information before. If not, I thought you might like to hear a little of his background. Jim, what impresses me about Bill is that he is always trying to do little things for other people. One day on our way back from IHOP with one of his buddies from the home, the buddy started complaining about why Bill always feels happy, while his friend was always complaining about not having friends. Bill turned around from the front seat to speak to his friend in the back and said: "Mike, you need to be looking for something good to do for someone else instead of always complaining about not having friends." What a life lesson for me.

Thank you, Jim, for honoring Bill. If we had more "Bills" in the world, what a wonderful place it would be.

Bruce Plummer
Murfreesboro

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