CHANGE OF SCENERY
Like Tara Lynn Jordan, I am the victim of loss of place (Perspective, November 18). Mother Nature did the damage to Jordan’s sense of Coney Island; mine was taken by “progress.” I grew up on Neptune Road in East Boston, a beautiful street that led to the entrance of Wood Island Park. But all my childhood memories were wiped out by the need for a bigger airport. The pain of it lingers to this day — for more than 40 years I have not been able to touch, feel, and smell the place where my best childhood memories occurred. Over time, more places fell by the wayside. Star of the Sea Church — where I received Communion, was confirmed, and was married — is no longer a Catholic church. John Cheverus grammar school is no longer a school, and my beautiful Neptune Road is gone. Changed are Revere Beach and Shea’s Beach in Orient Heights. The one thing that storms and progress and machines cannot take from us are our memories. And sometimes the memories are better than the real thing.
Margy Roeck / Methuen
I have finally had it with this Dinner With Cupid column (November 18). There are way too many times when the two people have a great date, but since there are “no sparks,” there are no more dates. Life isn’t a Hollywood movie; sometimes it takes time for sparks to fly. In this column, Cara says, “Pete is a very nice guy,” gives him a B+, but then says she doesn’t think they are a match, so no more dates. You should add a “sparks” question to the application: Anyone who needs them on a first date should not be accepted.
Steven Brooks / Whitman
FIT FOR A QUEEN
Let’s see, in “Stepping Out” (November 18), you feature an outfit that comes to more than $1,200! I think you could have done so much more to inspire us. What a waste to encourage people to want to spend money like that on a dress.
B.A. Silvia / Norton
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