RED LIGHT ON GATSBY
I always love perusing “The Scene” in Charleston City Paper. However, in reference to your March 22 column, Fitzgerald’s Daisy was never married to Jay Gatsby. She hailed from Louisville and was married to Tom Buchanan of the East Egg Buchanans. Also, in picture #8, the names from left to right should read: Janet McDonald, Cecilia Liljegren, and Camilla Nilsson at the Thursday evening Preview Party for HCF’s Antiques Symposium. Keep up the wonderful parade of vanity.
[Ms. Becker apologizes for the literary faux pas and the cutline goof; her mind was elsewhere when she wrote the column, as she was preparing to leave the next morning for an extended trip in Nepal. —Ed.]
RICO ECHO ALPHA DELTA TANGO HOTEL INDIA SfIERRA
In his preview of Wilco’s show two weeks ago, (“You’re Gonna Make Me Spill My Beer,” Music, March 1), Emerson Dameron wrote: “a lot of people insisted on treating Wilco like a Great Band with Important Things to say about Society, forgetting that, if Jeff Tweedy knew anything about 9-11 while recording Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, he belonged in jail.”
Had Dameron taken the time to research the band’s creation of the album Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, which he criticizes for lack of knowledge pertaining to 9/11, he would have easily been able to find that the album was finished in July of 2001.
Tweedy himself responds to people’s assumption that the album is entirely political in an easily accessible article found at http://www.filtermag.com/features/interior.46.html.
Perhaps Dameron should read this article, so he has a better idea of what Wilco is about before he takes it upon himself to criticize Jeff Tweedy.
ERIN GO BLAAAH
I’m writing in response to a full-page ad I saw in the recent City Paper. The ad boasted that many local restaurants and bars in The Market area were throwing what was called a “block party” to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. A block party on East Bay Street, as advertised, seemed like a great idea.
Unfortunately, for the readers of what has been, and continues to be, a very reader-friendly publication, the block party advertised failed to bare its wings. A “block party” is hardly a group of bars relatively close to each other running drink specials on various traditional drinks. In fact, a block party is an “outdoor public party organized by the residents of a neighborhood or city block.” Thank you for advertising a “party” that one could participate in on any day of the year — whether it is New Year’s Eve or Easter. Although I do appreciate the said bars donning the green deco, next time you throw your name into a list of contributors (which I might say included almost all of the wannabe Irish pubs in Charleston), please make sure you are naming the get-together accurately.
Me? I would’ve chosen something along the lines of “Walk around the market just like any other day and just like any other day throw away your beverage at the door and continue to walk to the next dingy bar and feel free to congregate in the street until the next car comes (which is about every 10 seconds on East Bay) party.”
PLANNED PARENTHOOD PRAISE
“Pro-life” Americans have a serious ethical problem: at worst, they engage in violence, and questionable political and legal practices, while at best doing pretty near nothing to ensure that unwanted children might in any way thrive in America. Foster care is a scandal, daycare an unnerving wager. Our public schools are physically and philosophically unsound, and advanced education is increasingly out-of-reach. If “pro-life” Americans truly love unwanted children, then, where are their programs for the successful rearing of children? (And never mind compassion for women who are too troubled, for whatever reason, for motherhood.)
I applaud our two Harriets (Williams and Rigney) for providing for a kinder, gentler South Carolina by supporting Planned Parenthood, and to Charleston City Paper for running the story (“Pregnant Pause,” News, March 22, by Stratton Lawrence).
We owe Mr. Moredock for his bravery and leadership in standing up for smoke-free workplaces (“Clearing the Air, IV,” The Good Fight, Views, March 15). The common thread between Frank Wooten, Glenn McConnell, Rocky D., and Richard Todd is that none have been intellectually honest enough to discuss the human price of their advocacy: the gassing to death of Charlestonians by chronic inhalation of secondhand smoke.
Gentlemen, you pervert the word “freedom” in rationalizing the indoor burning and release of more than 4,000 chemicals, including 81 carcinogens. How many tri-county lives should your tortuous definition of freedom be allowed to annually destroy?
Gentlemen, you hold positions of responsibility in our community and the victims you advocate are our neighbors. Doesn’t intellectual honesty demand at least a sliver of focus upon the illness, decay, disease, and death you ask them to continue to endure? Every worker should have a basic civil right to breathe smoke-free air while earning a living, a right you fight to deny them.
John R. Polito