Erick Trickey’s article about the Steelers bar in Parma (“Enemy Territory,” March 2006) is reprehensible and morally bankrupt. OK, those adjectives aren’t accurate, but your article did make me want to vomit. Not the writing style, just the subject matter. Although I appreciate how you presented the bar’s cheering Steelers fans as pathetic front-runners (“It’s nice cheering for somebody that’s winning,” he tells me. “It’s electric”), I hope you were sporting some Browns duds.
When I pick up Cleveland Magazine, I expect to read articles pertaining to Cleveland. I don’t care about the Steelers and their fans. As for Pat Potopsky, I’ve been a Browns season ticket holder for more than 30 years. He certainly is not a true Browns fan. A true Browns fan would never be torn between our beloved Brownies and the dark side that is the Steelers. Don’t use “The Move” as an excuse for what you really are — a sellout. Why not do us Browns fans all a favor and move to Pittsburgh. While you’re at it, take WKNR’s Kenny Roda and the other Steelers fans living in Cleveland with you.
Thanks to Jacqueline Marino for the article “Fat City” (March 2006). No doubt our poor eating habits are not only costing us more in medical expenses, but also they are killing us. The jump in health insurance costs is nearly proportional to the expanse of our waistlines. With an estimated 40 percent of our daily diet consisting of sugar, fats and oils, is it any wonder that two-thirds of adults are overweight? Children too. Is it any wonder why there are 100-pound 6-year-olds? This could be the first American generation to have a shorter lifespan than their parents. Our company paid more than $300 million last year to treat diseases related to obesity and other bad habits. The clear message here is that we are all paying for someone else’s bad habit. It is time we all learn that nothing in this world has a greater impact upon our health and our health care costs than that which we can do for ourselves.
Kent W. Clapp
Chairman, President & CEO
Medical Mutual of Ohio
How to Make $20 Disappear
I just read Steve Gleydura’s column (“Cause for Alarm,” March 2006) and I guess we both are good guys. Last summer, I fell for the rebar-in-the-gas-tank trick. It happened at the medical building at Cedar Road and I-271. I gave the guy $20, and although he said he’d send me a check within a week I never received it. Then, about a month ago, the same guy approached me and his story was literally word for word from last summer. I told him to get lost and that he was busted. He sheepishly walked away. My thought: It’s on his conscience. I made the effort to help.
Editor’s Note: We received several notes from other people who had fallen for the rebar-in-the-gas tank story and handed over $20 thinking they were helping someone in need. If anyone approaches you with a similar tale, trust us, it’s a scam and you won’t see your money ever again.
In response to Michael D. Roberts’ query as to why native Clevelanders are so negative about their hometown (“Positively Negative,” March 2006), I believe I have a simple answer: They’ve never lived anywhere else. After 26 years of being bounced up and down the East Coast (including Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and sunny San Juan, Puerto Rico) by the United States Coast Guard, my husband and I are more than ready to come back to the North Coast. We have never found a place comparable. Now as he approaches retirement, we are looking forward to returning. Everywhere has its good and bad side, but the good in Cleveland far exceeds the bad.
Newport News, Va.
Your March feature “The Night Life” showed a model wearing a $645 outfit comprised of jeans, a T-shirt and a belt. I love nice clothes as much as the next guy, but come on. Does your average reader spend $150 on a T-shirt and $315 on a pair of jeans? I doubt it. Why not honor your audience instead of your advertisers?
The Few, the Proud, the Moms
I just finished reading Jacqueline Marino’s outstanding story on Marine mothers (“The Marine Moms’ Tour of Duty,” January 2006) and would like to express my gratitude for writing such a powerful and balanced story on such a touching subject. I extend my thanks to you for taking the time to highlight the greatest comrade any Marine has, his own mother.
Cpl. Chris Flurry, USMC
Recruiting Station Cleveland