Aykroyd on Belushi
After all the speculation and innuendo in the press regarding the life, death and character of John Belushi, it was good to hear from someone who really cared about him (PEOPLE, July 19).
Fort Meade, Md.
If Aykroyd wants to make a real tribute to Belushi, let him quit his cop-outs: relieving himself at funerals, roaring around on his bike, and making disclaimers like he would be only "one small voice croaking about how harmful these things are." He should get on the high school lecture circuit and try to save some lives as David Toma has done.
New Bedford, Mass.
I enjoyed your article on Amy Rowley, the deaf child whose parents brought suit against the school system for an interpreter and lost. As an involved parent of special-education children, I felt the article dealt fairly with the subject and with the problems in federal funding. I find it appalling that we spend far more than $15,000 to keep a prisoner in a penitentiary for a year, and yet we cannot invest this amount in a child who might turn out to be a Beethoven, a Roosevelt or a Ray Charles.
A. Christine Pearson
It seems to me that the officials of Amy Rowley's school are contradicting themselves by saying that they will encourage Amy and claiming, on the other hand, that an interpreter is disruptive. I can only tell Amy and her family to hang in there, as I have returned from the graduation of my very dear friend Addie Becht, who earned a dual doctorate in counseling and clinical psychology at the University of Oregon—with the constant help of an interpreter. She couldn't have done it any other way.
Barbara A. Davis
Bay City, Mich.
The Rolling Stones
It means more today to say "I saw the Stones" than to say "I like the Stones." Sure, they've been an important force in rock music, but what more do they possibly have to say? Their albums sound almost as primitive still as they did in 1965, and this is not a plus. Rock fans aren't living off the Stones as you would have us believe.
I'm a little confused after reading your story on the Stones. I thought Keith Richards had a daughter named Dandelion, but your article mentions an Angela. Does he have two daughters?
Rego Park, N.Y.
Richards' 10-year-old daughter was born Dandelion Angela, but she is not crazy about her first name. For the last couple of years she's been asking everyone to call her Angela.—ED.
I've been a Stones fan and collector since 1964 so I especially appreciated the pictures of their families. I was amazed to see how Bill Wyman's son, Stephen, had grown. And where else would I have heard that Mick's "baby" brother, Chris, is now a father? I loved the shot of them all onstage holding hands. This was the perfect portrait of a group that has weathered many good and bad times together and remained the best of friends.
Drew's performance as Gertie was charming, but she failed to steal "scene after scene" from that "lovable synthetic Munchkin." Anyone who has seen E.T. knows that the real scene-stealers were Elliott (Henry Thomas) and of course E.T. Even so, Miss Barrymore certainly deserves recognition for her performance.
Fairport Harbor, Ohio
I resent Patti Connors including me in the phrase "everybody hates John McEnroe." As a matter of fact, I am rather fond of him, and I think he is beginning to grow up. His behavior isn't perfect yet, but it certainly has improved. And he must be commended not only for the quality of his tennis, but the quantity. He is one of the few players who compete regularly in the Davis Cup. Top that, Jimmy Connors!
Marjorie H. Ford
Warrensville Heights, Ohio
All I can say to Patti Connors is that she should take a good look at the old video of hubby Jimmy. He was no angel on center court some years ago.
Picks & Pans
The critic who called John Carpenter's remake of The Thing "high-grade horror" must have stumbled into another theater because this Thing is one of the most nauseating experiences ever recorded on film. I watched it in a theater filled with young children, and I came away wondering how Carpenter dared to subject his faithful audience to this mindless wallow in gore.
In response to Becky Jorns' letter criticizing the ERA hunger strikers, I want to say that I doubt these women wanted to evoke pity or sympathy, but rather to represent the people who advocated ratification of ERA. I wonder how many of us have convictions so strong we'd risk our lives for them?
In her letter, Rudolfine Hurley says that she saw "only one black face" in E.T. I ask what if there had been more blacks in the picture? Would it have made any real cultural difference? E.T. is a fantasy, another opportunity for Steven Spielberg to be a kid again and give us a carefree Saturday afternoon at the Bijou. It is a very big mistake to call for black presence in motion pictures just for the sake of it. I submit that we blacks should be demanding more films like Claudine and Richard Pryor's smash Bustin' Loose: humanly significant pictures that specifically concern us, in which our culture and lives are the main events.