updated 08/25/1997 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 08/25/1997 AT 01:00 AM EDT
I'm hyperventilating, my hands are clammy, and my knees are weak. I just saw Harrison Ford in Air Force One. It doesn't surprise me a bit that he is "the biggest box office star in history."
SUE WINETT, North Hills, Calif.
Harrison Ford is exquisite right down to his perfect toes!
KATHY PENNER, Malibu
Harrison Ford shows us that there is some style and class left in Hollywood. They can keep their pretty-boy actors, but when I want a real, sexy, man's man, I'll look to Harrison. He brings dignity and intelligence to every role, whether it's the President, Han Solo, Indiana Jones or Richard Kimble.
JANET MADDEN, Dorchester, Mass.
Like fine wine, Harrison Ford only gets better with age.
MARSHA E. WAIT
Mountain Home, Ark.
Harrison Ford is fabulous, but the earring has got to go!
BETTE S. KATZ, Columbus, Ohio
Thank you for having the courage to tackle a subject no one else seems to want to talk about—the feelings of the adopted child. I'm 37, adopted and currently in therapy trying to deal with all the emotions resulting from being adopted. I was adopted at 6 months by the greatest mother in the world. She loved me more than anything and gave me everything I ever wanted. Still, I felt like something was missing. Like Robert Anderson, I felt I wasn't good enough for some reason or my mother would have kept me. Like Marv Kreider, I worry that the people close to me will leave me. I realize not all adoptees feel this way. They should thank God they don't have to deal with the pain the rest of us feel every day of our lives.
LAURIE A. BECK, Lancaster, Pa.
Another article on the lifelong trauma and "alienation" experienced by adoptees. As the parent, aunt and cousin of adopted individuals, I am still . waiting for an article that tells their story. It goes like this: Beautiful babies enter loving homes where mature parents who ached for children provide them with every comfort and opportunity. Believe it or not, the children grow up feeling blessed, secure and worthwhile.
D. RUTH LEVY, New York City
As an adoptive parent of two children who were abandoned at birth, I feel compelled to write. In profiling three people who were abandoned at birth and have had difficulties dealing with their abandonment, you state that "for most who were abandoned at birth...the anguish, the sense of rejection and the curiosity about their biological identities are unrelenting." I would argue that this is a sweeping generalization that simply is not true. A balanced picture would have included the stories of happy, well-adjusted adults who were abandoned at birth. There is no shortage of them.
MARK DONOVAN, New York City
The world-famous author who discovered at age 19 that he was a foundling was James A. Michener (for Albert), not James M. Michener.
BARBARA C. STOOKSBERRY Austin, Texas
We regret the error.—ED.
After reading your article on adopted children, I feel that there are some exceptions to the rule. I am one of them. I am Korean and was adopted by an American couple. I never had a problem with feeling abandoned. My mother gave me the gift of life and an opportunity to be someone. I will always respect and love her for this without even knowing her. Even though I'm only 12 years old, I know my past is not as important as my future.
KARA KINAS, Germantown, Wis.
Your article about the cat burglar, Minnimore, made me laugh. We had a friend living with us, and I kept finding her underwear all over the house. Just when my husband and I were about to confront her, she came to us to complain that our cat Pillage kept stealing her underwear off her drying rack. Pillage not only had a kleptomania problem, he had a serious fetish problem as well!
LINDA BLOWNEY, Philadelphia
I remember how much "stuff" there was on display at a Woolworth store. This was the ideal place to spend my 25-cent allowance each week. But what I remember the most, and this is characteristic of Woolworths around the country—I've been to stores in New York City, Toledo, Waco, Sacramento, Nashville and Evanston—is the distinctive aroma. What is that smell!
FRED BOCK, Tarzana, Calif.
Would someone tell Heather Locklear and other expectant moms that they look horrible in short, tight dresses with their little bundles of joy poking out? Pregnant women are beautiful, but not when they look like they should be standing on a street corner.
B. NEVERMAN, via e-mail