Courage Under Fire
Julie Dugdale's story ["Asylum," November '09] is a warm, compassionate presentation of the life of a lovely, brave, and amazing young woman. The subject was difficult for the lady to share and a challenge for Dugdale to present in so clear and sensitive a fashion. There were no gimmicks or innuendos to flesh out the story of this survivor. My vision of her was clear and descriptive, thanks to your perception of her and your choice of situations to share with your readers.
An Accurate Portrayal
I received an e-mail from my attorney this morning. The fact that she can't tell whether or not Amanda Faison "liked" my husband, Frank Bonanno, is a testament to her writing ["Roll the Bones," December '09]. Thank you so much for an accurate portrayal of the first year of Bones and of him. I've had several people tell me that Frank comes across as an ass in Faison's piece—and the truth is, I suppose he comes across that way in daily life. It's hard for me to tell because the very things that others find so abrasive—the language, the bluntness, the cockiness—are the qualities about Frank that I find attractive. But enough already. I just wanted to thank you for an honest, well-written piece.
I found the article by Laura Pritchett on LaPorte, Colorado, interesting, entertaining, and very well written ["A Door Into the Beyond," November '09]. It's a perfect piece for nostalgia buffs. It brought back memories of the small village in Nebraska where I first started school. Unfortunately, with time, places such as this are slowly disappearing—becoming cities or factory farms. It is in articles such as this that memories can be kept alive when the actual sites are no longer as they were.
I enjoyed Laura Pritchett's "A Door Into the Beyond." It truly describes the feelings of those who have lived in small towns and hate to see them change.
Drivin' and Cryin'
Thank you for "A Modest Proposal" in the November issue. I bought my 2WD Pathfinder 13 years ago—a rear-wheel-drive SUV—after graduating from the University of Florida. My husband insists I get rid of it now that we've been in Denver for three years, but the vehicle is paid off, has 287,000 miles on it, and it's still going strong. I'm also "that guy," but sandbags do help. Well, sorta. OK, not really.
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