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Great Job, Give Me More!
Excellent article! [“Lost Art,” by Ben Torter,
published Jan. 17.] It brought back lots of good
memories. Very accurate and well researched. I would
really like to see more of these kinds of columns
relating to
Miami Beach in the ’40s, ’50s and ’60s. Thanks again
for a delightful read.
Eugene W. Sulzberger
North
Miami
A New Sort of Chinese Proverb
[RE: “China Syndrome,” published Jan. 17.] Be sure
that the bloody, severed souls of your disposed and
homeless families and individuals don’t come
squishing from under your fancy, red carpet
treatment when the fat cat Chinese bureaucrats visit
you.
David Thornburgh
Homestead
Very Funny Letter!
If the letter “This Movie Theater Sucks” and M.
David Frost are both legit, then all I can say is
that you guys at the SunPost should hire him
as a humor columnist to replace that guy Molly,
Mally, Molloy (or whatever his real name is), who
just thinks that his weekly drivel is funny. I mean,
Bloomberg’s yarmulke? What a yuk! What next, Obama’s
watermelon?
But, getting back to Mr. Frost’s lament about the
antics of the audience that finally forced him to
walk out of a movie at the Regal Theater: He was
offended by the alcohol-breathed guy sitting next to
him, who then proceeded to take his lady friend’s
hand and put it “between his thighs and they started
moving their hands. I don't know exactly what they
were doing....”
C’mon now, I'll bet everyone else here knows exactly
what they were doing, don’t we gang? If Mr. Frost
was so upset by this, why didn't he move to another
seat, perhaps the one in the back of the theater
vacated by the lady with the crying baby who also
annoyed Mr. Frost?
No, instead, he remained seated next to the amorous
Mr. Alcohol-Breath, but told him to stop what he was
doing; Mr. A-B did, but then he and his friend
shortly resumed their hand “moving,” but this time
it was covered by the drunk’s hat.
So, why didn’t Mr. Frost move to a seat on the other
side of Mr. A-B’s lady friend, take her other hand
and place it between his own thighs and have some
fun too? Perhaps he didn't have a hat, or even a
yarmulke, with him to cover it with?
The obnoxious lady-with-the-crying-brat returned.
Also, according to Mr. Frost, another patron in his
row started conversing on a cell phone. That’s all
too much to take, so, off to complain to the surly
manager, who did nothing. The upshot: Frost left,
but he doesn't even let us know if he asked for, and
received, his money back.
Personally, given the crap that is passed off as
entertainment in so many movies these days, I would
have stayed and enjoyed the wacky antics of the
audience instead. In any case, a very funny letter
thanks to Frost. Eat your heart out Molloy.
Marty
Monroe
Bay
Harbor Islands
Rebuttal to Mr. Molloy
Dear Mr. Molloy:
I am not the one who claimed anti-Semitism; you
brought it up. I was referring to bringing religion
into the political game. You must be reading too
much garbage from the
Clinton
camp. Will your next attempt at humor bring up Mr.
Romney being a Mormon or accuse Obama of being a
card-carrying Muslim?
In your rebuttal you claim to make fun of all
candidates. I read your article again and your new
article and I am still looking for the humor. Keep
trying; you may someday write a humorous one. I
would advise you stick with the SunPost and
not try stand-up comedy.
I do see conspiracies of writers who claim to be
journalists. They have only one agenda and are not
smart enough to cover it up.
Norman Grossman
Miami Beach
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