Letters to the Editor

From the issue of February 8, 2001

Jason Pijuan

Grateful Reader Finds Inspiration in Free Weekly
Says life incomplete without recent O.J. article: How inspirational to read New Times's most informative, creatively written, and insightful article about O.J. Simpson ("The Juice Is Loose," January 25). What in this world could be of greater interest than where this remarkable intellectual giant eats, golfs, or generally hangs out?

Of particular interest to me, and certainly newsworthy, was the fact that O.J. is a frequent visitor to Roasters 'N Toasters! And that the owner has befriended him! Now that is certainly newsworthy and important to someone like me, who tries to keep up and get my facts straight. You see, I thought Roaster 'N Toasters already had an in-house butcher.

Haras Negah

Why I Crave the Velvet Rope
Because it affirms my profound conviction that I'm not worthy: Regarding Brett Sokol's series on South Beach nightclubs, since when is getting past some malevolent bouncer someone's idea of fun ("The Art and Science of Clubland," January 25 and February 1)? Experiencing this as part of the clubs, both at the door and at VIP entrances, has put me off Miami Beach nightlife. What's next as part of VIP treatment -- seeing the club kids of your choice get the crap beat out of them? Or are we already at that level?

It reminds me of a psychiatrist who, in another context, once pointed out: "There are some people whose self-esteem is so low that the only treatment they consider honest is abuse."

These clubs are nothing but roach motels. I just wish the VIPs were RIPs.

Paul Waters
Miami Beach

The Young and the Witless
Only a dolt couldn't come up with new ways to separate a club kid from his money: Back in the fabulous Forties and Fifties, Miami Beach had Ciros, the Beachcomber, Copa City, the Latin Quarter, among others, when one went looking for a nightclub and its entertainment. We even had gambling, though it was not quite legal, at clubs such as Green Acres, the Sunny Isles Club, the Brook Club, and myriad others.

In Brett Sokol's "The Art and Science of Clubland," a marketing director says, "There are no new nightclub ideas." I can only smile and think how young and lacking in imagination this individual must be. There are always new ideas. This is a city, don't forget, that took a horribly run-down area and transformed it into a bustling center of nightlife, which rivals most in America.

No, the golden days of the nightclub business in Miami Beach are not over by a long shot. Original ideas for entertaining will be welcomed by anyone who chooses to spend his time and money visiting these places of fun and frivolity. The future is not bleak at all.

Ronald Rickey
Miami Beach

We Danced the Night Away Alongside the Donald
But that was long ago in a nightclub long gone: One night we were having a ball at Club Van Dome. Claudia Schiffer was dancing next to us. Suddenly there was a commotion. Donald Trump walked in with Marla. A few minutes later, the Donald started having fun, dancing up a storm. Nobody paid attention to him. We were all engrossed in our own frenetic fun and the opposite sex.

We have since moved to a quiet house on DiLido Island and are into biking around South Beach.

M. and R. Shepherd
Miami Beach

Third-World Conduct Meets First-World Critic
Home Depot, are you listening? I just read Kathy Glasgow's well-written article about the workers at Aljoma Lumber ("Tough as Nails," January 11). As a union member, I know that these exploitative practices take place in many parts of the world, which in itself is abhorrent. But it simply is unacceptable that Mr. José Lamas should bring these practices to the United States. The workers exercised a right -- to organize themselves -- that is guaranteed in a democratic society. It should be respected.

The article mentions Home Depot as one of Mr. Lamas's primary customers. I would urge Home Depot management to reconsider this vendor until the ugly matter is properly settled. Anything short of that and all good union members should reconsider which building-supply store they use. I know I will.

A.P. Sasso
International Transport Worker's Federation
Cape Canaveral

Monkey Business in Hialeah
"Those are my principles; if you don't like them, I have others": This letter is regarding Tristram Korten's article about Hialeah Police Chief Rolando Bolaños and his (suspended) police-officer sons ("Daddy's Little Helpers," January 11). As I was looking at the picture of Chief Bolaños this question came to mind: When did Groucho Marx become police chief of Hialeah?

That must explain his lying. Groucho thinks he's in a film! That also explains his bad driving and bad memory. Groucho thinks it's a movie plot! Why didn't the State Attorney's Office charge Groucho with perjury? Because the State Attorney is playing the straight man's part!

Speaking of bad actors, the Miami Herald finally followed up on Jim DeFede's article about how Alex Penelas and state Rep. Carlos Lacasa want to change the county charter to create a strong-mayor form of government (An Uneasy Alliance," December 7). It took the Herald two weeks to discover the story because the only guy at the Herald who can read was on vacation. Scooped again by New Times.

Note to DeFede: Penelas and Lacasa have the voodoo dolls working overtime on you.

Tommy Hawk

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