Letters for May 30, 2002
Re “Born at Home” [RN&R, May 9]:
I was looking through the May 9 edition of the RN&R when I came upon the article about mothers giving birth at home. The thing that I found offensive about this article was the photo you had openly displaying Sherry Asp’s breasts. All this picture did was bring the story down. I didn’t even care to read the article because I assumed that it would be just as distasteful.
I thought it was very tacky for a picture like this to be printed in a paper that children can get a peek at. I honestly do not understand why this photo had to be included. And if it had to be included, why couldn’t her breasts be blurred out? This picture ruined this story just as much as unneeded sex scenes ruin potentially good movies.
Not that the female body or giving birth is a disgusting thing, but I think if you are going to do a tribute to mothers, why not have a little respect for the mothers who don’t want their children seeing naked women?
You might as well have nude advertisements for all of the strip clubs, too, if this picture is acceptable. It is my sincere hope that, in the future, a little forethought is given about things like this before it is sent to print.
Old bands still rock
Re “No More Old, Crappy Band Stories!” [RN&R Letters, May 2]:
Joshua Wrenn’s recent letter seems to be indicative of the lack of respect shown to “middle-aged” musicians and of older people in general. I see plenty of articles in the Reno News & Review covering alternative music. Historically, young players learn by listening to the greats that came before. Musicians like Charlie Parker and John Coltrane. Great bands like The Beatles, The Stones, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, The Who and many others wrote and played music about teenage angst—they were pissed!—and did so with maturity and musicality not often seen in today’s no-substance, manufactured, self-indulgent, “look-at-me” bands. We “middle-aged” musicians don’t want to be Bob Seger. We don’t want to be Rage Against the Machine, either. With a little luck, you (if you are a musician) and other young players, will listen and learn from the masters … that is, if you can pay more attention to your instrument than to the image in the mirror. There are lots of people out here who actually like classic rock and blues. Sorry, you’ll just have to accept it. You’ll be middle-aged before you know it.
Why balk at trench?
Re “Paying for the Trench” [RN&R Guest Comment, May 16]:
I wish I understood the anti-trenchers, especially their level of anger. I understand why the mayor is disliked, blah blah blah. But what explains the sentimental attachment to grade crossings?
Grade crossings result in hundreds of completely avoidable deaths each year. The anti-Yucca whiners are obsessed with train accidents, yet seem to avoid one obvious rail safety issue. When did a string of boxcars become such a source of civic pride?
Yeah, it will cost money. What doesn’t? Yeah, there are downtown businessmen and women—"the horror!"—who lobby for their business interests. Wouldn’t they be characterized as brain-dead if they didn’t?
The old CPRR line is the longest and most inefficient transcontinental rail line. What’s wrong with reducing one bottleneck on it? A number of Nevadans from here to Utah have an interest in the viability of the line. I like trains, but we can still see them somewhere other than Sierra Street.
Downtown is rotting, and the tracks play a role in that process. I know many old-timers who say, “The tracks don’t bother me: I know to avoid those areas.” Duh! Avoidance is the death knell of a commercial district.
Downtown isn’t just for cardsharks any more. There is potential for a commercial, even artistic, renaissance there. The same people who want to save our “quaint” old bridges avoid driving over them because Sierra, Virginia, Center and Lake are train streets.
The trench isn’t ideal, maybe, but the demonization we are experiencing is civic poison. Stopping the trench will not bring the Mapes back.
It won’t boost property values along Arrowcreek or Mae Anne, but when did that become the Alpha and Omega of all Good? Chill out, people. We need more moshing and less monkeywrenching.