In regard to the Frost-Nixon interviews (PEOPLE, May 23), I must say that Richard Nixon is still a quite "gifted" individual. "Gifted" in the ability to avoid direct questions, "gifted" in the ability to portray himself as a tragic hero. He lacks only one "gift": violins in the background.
San Pedro, Calif.
How dare you Americans criticize David Frost, our versatile, intelligent talk show host. Compared to his American peers—Johnny Carson (with his risque stag show humor), Mike Douglas (oh! what a voice?) and Merv Griffin (bland, bland, bland)—Frost is superlative!
Sometimes I dearly wish I could move America to London for one evening's stimulating, adult, interesting TV viewing, but frankly, as a people I doubt if you could comprehend it.
Chelmsford, Essex and Bridgeville, Pa.
Why shouldn't England adore President Carter? After all, it is the home of Robin Hood!
Fort Wayne, Ind.
Dr. Fernando Pacheco
Won't someone stop these blowoff amateurs from commenting on boxing? Now Muhammad Ali's doctor says Joe Louis was slow of foot and couldn't take a right. In my 25 years of training fighters, let me say, Doc, that Louis was not slow going forward. He was planted for a knockout with either hand, but he was as fast as a cat when you tried to hit him. Would Ali step into the ring with Joe Louis in his prime? Don't be ridiculous. Ask your patient, Doc. He'll tell you.
I am personally dismayed at the quotations attributed to me in your article and deeply regret that your writer chose to ignore the many fine works of Muhammad Ali that I described.
Fernando Pacheco, M.D.
Living in Roanoke, Va. all my life, I fine it difficult to believe that writer Garrett Epps lived in a "shack" with no stove or indoor toilet, and I disbelieve the chickens that awakened him every morning. The only chickens in cur city are in the supermarkets.
The shack and chickens are across the road from Hollins College just outside Roanoke. Garrett's father confirms that "it was a hovel."—ED.
Too bad there aren't more senior citizens like Ruth Hutchinson who are willing to get off their rockers and work instead of sitting at home waiting for welfare, Social Security and retirement checks to arrive.
Yours was a fine article on Yankee manager Billy Martin, but, like others, you never state that his father was Portuguese, although you mention his Italian background. The community that Billy Martin comes from has a very large population of Portuguese Americans. We are very proud of Billy Martin. Publicize the truth, for this will make many Portuguese readers happy.
Richard P. Santos
Billy Martin was a mediocre ballplayer who played a minor role in the Yankee successes of the 1950s. He is now a mediocre manager who has been provided with the finest talent in the American League. Any success that the Yankee team has enjoyed belongs not to this hypocritical loudmouth ("goes to church every Sunday, even during the season"), but to owner George Steinbrenner who has used his wealth in an attempt to buy a World Championship.
Billy Martin has had plenty of arguments with umpire Ron Luciano but the picture in your story doesn't depict one of them. More people probably recognize the burly, graying Luciano than they do Billy Martin. The arbiter in the picture certainly isn't the World's Most Colorful Umpire.
The information came from the Yankee front office. The umpire really is Terry Cooney.—ED.
I'm sure Yul Brynner is a terrific photographer as well as actor, but when he was appearing in San Francisco in 1975 in Odyssey, I asked if I might take his picture. (Photography is my second vocation, as it is Brynner's.) I was given a flat "No!"
Gary B. Allen
Jim Watkins is right when he states that his Porsche jacket is being imitated. I own one too. It is Canadian-made and very similar to the jacket shown in your picture, with your American flag on the left shoulder.
Burt Reynolds and Kris Kristofferson do not co-star in Convoy, as you say. They star together in Semi-Tough and the photo of Reynolds in his Porsche jacket was taken on the set of that film.
There is only one musician whose lyrics, compositions and guitar work fuse into an addictive trance, yes...Dickey Betts. I've seen Dickey perform numerous times, having also purchased every LP he has done any work on, and I will continue to do so. If Mr. Betts were to put out $150 worth of additional material next week, I'd have no choice but not to eat or pay rent.
Terre Haute, Ind.
Dickey is not planning to marry Paulette Eghiazarian—he already did! Dickey and Paulette were married at his house in Juliette, Ga. on May 16, 1976. Happy first anniversary, Dickey & Paulette.
New York City
The marriage was rumored a year ago but did not occur until May 15, 1977 in Las Vegas.—ED.
The caption for your back-headed group picture asks: "Kojak may be the King of Knob Hill, but which of the above is Telly Savalas?" I thought they were all Otto Preminger.
New York City
Not wishing to flog a dead horse, nonetheless I feel I must reopen the discussion about who killed John Wayne. Portraying Davy Crockett, he wasn't killed by a Mexican soldier but blew himself sky-high by running inside an ammunition hut with a cannon torch. I feel that any more discrepancies should be settled by asking the Duke himself.
You're a little off on the number of times John Wayne has died on the screen. You missed two. He drowned in The Wake of the Red Witch, and he died in a gunfight in his recent movie The Shootist. So the correct number is six, not four.
Long Beach, Calif.