Mr. Wood
Hopefully, the writer of the ugly article about Wendell Wood’s mansion [Best of C-VILLE p. 123] will live as long as Mr. Wood and have the health, energy, and initiative to keep working seven days a week. With that same perseverance, the writer may even earn enough money to build a mansion of his own and not have sour grapes about the success of others.
Disgusted Reader in Crozet
You had your say online at c-ville.com
Readers’ responses to “My house is your house,” a news story on the redevelopment of public housing, August 23
Alan Harper: Residents bill of rights? They have the right to stop mooching off the taxpayers. Why are the units crumbling? Why are these people not required to maintain the units? Why are they allowed to live there for generations? If they are not working then buy some paint and make them barter for their rent. Make them trim the bushes and cut the grass. They want to spend 210,000 dollars per unit? No wonder they can’t get a grant, even the PENTAGON would know how ridiculous that number is. ….and stop beating that Vinegar Hill dead horse that place was a toilet and everybody got a better home out of the deal. A lot of the homes didn’t even have indoor plumbing.
Ben: You’re an ignorant person, Mr. Harper. Please move away!
Krues: This is only half the story – without involving the county (and closing the egregious public housing loopholes that exist there), no progress can be made. And what became of all the hard work that IMPACT did on housing here? We need to look at the bigger picture to solve the problems.
Readers’ responses to “Restless Farewell,” a goodbye to local musicians Paul Curreri and Devon Sproule, August 23
Jan: We certainly do love Paul and Devon here in Europe! I’ve seen them live many times and have bought all their cds. Am sorry that you will miss having them in Charlottesville but I’m sure they’ll be back for gigs.
Alexis: I saw Paul perform for the first time in 2007 and couldn’t believe how brilliant he was! I really believe that his work is too smart for the average person! Best of luck, both of you.
Readers’ responses to “We are what we drink,” a look at how drinks can reflect personalities, August 23
Paul Ward: I got into a taxi cab in New York, ordered up a ride to Grand Central Station, and got dropped off, only to remember that, instead, I really wanted Penn Station. So, what does such an airhead order to drink? 1. When with Angela and special friends: Prosecco, cava, or champagne. 2. When it’s hot: Gotta go with bitters/soda/lime or Campari and soda (recently moved to the top of the list after we were served it by our favorite beveragista). 3. When it’s chilly: Single-malt scotch, two ice cubes. 4. When alone: I order something light to eat with enough fat in it to justify a red, enough savory in it to justify an interesting red, and enough European stuff in it to justify France, Italy, or Spain as the source. Not sure what this says about me. I blow with the wind? Seasonal affective drinking?