Forget the writer:Francisco Alvarado's "Missing Peace" (September 11) was disturbing. It wasn't about missing person Lilly Aramburo, but about drug abuse. That's sad. It should have been about her vanishing and no one caring. I don't care what she was into; she's not disposable. No one has ever done anything to find her.
It's never about the victim. I'm disappointed and ashamed anyone would feel so little emotion about a living, breathing human being.
The cops forgot: The Miami-Dade Police Department has done absolutely nothing to investigate Lilly's disappearance. The car of her boyfriend Christen should be found and analyzed for DNA evidence. He should be a number one suspect in this.
It will take national television getting involved before anything is done in this case. People need to report it to the major crime shows and TV news programs. Do it now for Lilly.
She remembers Janet: I'm very happy to have finally read an article about Lilly. The lack of followup on behalf of the MDPD is repulsive. If they have only four or five detectives but so many missing people a month, um ... why don't they hire more? That's a cop-out.
I hope and pray Lilly's family members soon find the answers they need.
I think the article was good; it brought attention to Lilly. And may we all be as lucky to have people such as Janet Forte in our lives.
Via web commentary
Don't forget the baby: What a well-written article. My heart breaks for Lilly's mother and baby boy. The police need to step up this investigation and find out what really happened to Lilly.
Tireless recall: The lack of humanity in this world is amazing, especially when it comes to those who are marked as disposable. My thoughts are with all of the people who are tirelessly looking for the lost.
Save These Whack Jobs
Time-space whatever: When I read the article about salvia being made illegal ("Save Me," Ida Nolikit, August 28), I was tempted to write. Then I read in the following issue the inane letter "Salvia Made the Streetlights Glow" and could resist no longer. Back in the day, I worked for L.E.R., Legendary Ethnobotanical Resources, a company once based in Leisure City. It was one of the first businesses to import salvia divinorum and other ethnobotanicals into the United States.
As the official company guinea pig, I gained much firsthand knowledge of these plants. In the cultures where they originate, they are revered as sacred and certainly not used indiscriminately. Shamans use them to access and commune with the spirit world. So reading about teenagers smoking salvia and driving around looking at the trippy streetlights is quite dismaying. The strength of the stuff that's sold over the counter isn't enough to transcend the time-space continuum or induce telepathic communication with alien beings. It's now illegal, and any serious research will be driven underground. The importance of these sacred shaman plants cannot be underestimated.
Drugs, dregs — what's the difference?: Is it news that people in Miami have nothing better to do than look for drugs? This city boasts the most uneducated, lowest-class — poor or rich — dregs of society.
It's Morning in St. Louis
Even if they have crappy bands: In response to "All Night Long" by Jeff Weiss (August 28): My Morning Jacket is a solid band, and maybe compared to Ashlee Simpson it's great, but the best live band ever? No way in hell. Not even in St. Louis.