updated 04/19/1982 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 04/19/1982 AT 01:00 AM EST
Thank you for the cover story on Kenny, Marianne and Christopher Cody Rogers (PEOPLE, March 29). I've been a fan of Kenny Rogers since his early days with the First Edition, and I'm thrilled for his success in his career and his personal life. Your article was almost as entertaining as seeing Mr. Rogers perform in person—almost!
Yorba Linda, Calif.
Kenny Rogers is right. There are many people who resent his relentless extravagance. Like countless others, I loved his rags-to-riches story, but disillusionment has set in. Why must our beloved celebrities continually rub our noses in their wealth? It is disheartening to realize that they are spending millions on frivolous luxuries while so many of us struggle just to exist.
I'm sick and tired of reading Kenny Rogers' fiscal report every time I pick up your magazine. Rogers is a popular entertainer who is entitled to all the success he's achieved. I really don't think the majority of your readers care what he buys. They care who he is.
Corey A. Zimmerman
After reading your cover story on Kenny Rogers, my ear for music went deaf. As a small farmer in dry central Alabama, I find it hard to like someone who makes up to $500,000 per week while living on a Georgia plantation. Just imagine, he makes in one hour almost as much as I lost last year.
Dr. Ronald Siegel
Reading your interview with Dr. Siegel on drug abuse in Hollywood, I felt like someone had injected me with a hallucinatory drug and shipped me off into the twilight zone. John Belushi has just died; Richard Pryor is lucky to be alive. I serve four hours a week on a drug hot line, and I could write a book about the horror stories and wrecked lives I hear about every week. Dr. Siegel's conclusion—that "given all the problems of cocaine use, the most dangerous aspect of it is getting caught and suffering criminal penalties"—is a disservice to your readers.
Los Gatos, Calif.
Last night I quoted Ronald Siegel's "street-savvy" wisdom to a very "chic" rock group in one of L.A.'s hottest studios, and the only speedballing anyone in the room had ever heard of was the kind done at Dodger Stadium. It's time people realized that show business is a tough grind and that one most definitely does not make it in Hollywood by speedballing.
I knew John Belushi, and I mourn his passing and the ugly circumstances of his death; I also know that the word "chic" had no place in John's vocabulary. Most of us out here are working hard and playing hard, and intend to continue doing so, regardless of what's considered to be "chic," "ingrained" or "almost required" in the research labs at UCLA.
VP, Exec. Producer
Having read the letter from P.J. Malinski about press secretary Jim Brady, I feel compelled to write a response. The complaint was that Brady is receiving special consideration for on-the-job injury. Has Malinski forgotten that Brady took a bullet in his brain that was intended for President Reagan? His salary is the very least that this. brave man deserves.
Mission Viejo, Calif.
Although Diana is a princess, let's not forget, as Ms. Taylor apparently did, she was a human being and a woman first. I saw the picture that caused such an uproar, and I am at a loss to understand why. She was sunbathing on the beach: What was she supposed to wear? A floor-length bathrobe?
Mrs. Leigh Britain
Claus von Büllow
It was much nicer when this city was better known for the America's Cup races than for being "the city that rallied around Claus." Too many of us have forgotten that the real victim in this case is the comatose Sunny.
As a cancer victim, I can certainly relate to Joan Karafotas' personal turmoil. The people who urged me to rest and take care of myself were the same people who made the greatest demands on my strength and energy. I suppose that we all live alone—no matter with whom we share our lives. We're just more aware of it when death is near. Hang in there, Joan.
Joan Karafotas' story brought back many memories and touched my heart. This woman's strength is beyond words. Fifteen years ago I lost my 19-year-old husband of two years to lymphoma. Thank you PEOPLE and Joan Karafotas for letting us know there is hope for those with this disease.
Like Joan Karafotas, I was diagnosed as having lymphoma. I chose radiation, had a recurrence and then chose a year of chemotherapy. What changed my life was the discovery of relaxation therapy and visualization techniques. I visualize my cancer cells as pieces of wet, soggy bread and my immune system as hungry, vicious sharks. When the sharks hit the bread there is no contest. I've been off treatment for nearly five years. This is a wonderful cancer fighter that everyone carries around in his head.
What struck me about Joan Karafotas is that, despite her lymphoma, she is a growing individual, living her life. Her inner strength and beauty show in her face. More power to her.