Kathleen Vanesian
Paradise Valley

The Flash responds: More people die every year from bathtub accidents than die from diseased oysters, raw beef and organ meats. Should we stop bathing? In Japan, 120 million people eat raw fish every day. Is there a Japanese health emergency we're not aware of? Mad cow disease can be transmitted by cooked beef; is the writer suggesting that restaurant critics should stop eating that as well? The Flash's point seems to have escaped the writer. Folks who don't want to eat certain foods are under no obligation to explain their choice. But it does seem odd for a restaurant critic to say she "doesn't do" foods that the world's best restaurants routinely serve. Having a microbe-fearing vegetarian write a restaurant column makes about as much sense as having Ray Charles write on the visual arts.

Manor of Speaking
I am age 86 and live at the Baptist Village ("In the Name of the Father and the Son and the Wholly Owned Subsidiary," Terry Greene Sterling, May 22). In October 1985, I signed the agreement for an apartment and moved in in January 1986. I am happy and content and have all that I need. I understood from the agreement I would not have the right to sell, but I would get the equity amount left according to the chart in the agreement.

About the nursing home--I was told that it was in the plans if the money came in to build it and if the city okayed it. Later, I heard that the city did not approve it because the city already had more nursing homes than were needed. I don't understand how we get so many tales about our residence, as we all signed the agreement and it was in writing.

I think that the articles appearing in New Times do not reflect the real issue or the whole matter, and I would like to have New Times say what the majority of the residents who have lived here for several years would say.


I was very grieved when I read Terry Greene Sterling's article "In the Name of the Father and the Son and the Wholly Owned Subsidiary." The whole article seemed to be aimed at insulting Christians and defaming the integrity of Baptists in general. The letter to the editor (June 5) written by Loretta Sawyer of Peoria is very informative and positive, and I am in full agreement with her.

My mother has been a resident of Baptist Village, formerly Paradise Valley Estates, for 10 years, and I have seldom heard a discouraging or negative comment from her regarding her life there. My father passed away in June 1985. It was very important for my mother to remain independent and to continue living in familiar surroundings, where she had established her circle of friends, her doctors and her church.

After much prayer, my mother decided this was the direction she wanted to choose, and it was the wisest decision she could have made. She explained to my brothers and me that she was not actually buying real estate, but rather entering into a contract agreement for the two-bedroom condo. The condos were not even built at that time.

We all understood that the agreement was that the condo was "hers" as long as she could care for herself. We also understood that when the time came when she could no longer live independently and would have to relocate to a nursing home or elsewhere, the condo would revert to the Baptist Village. It was well-explained that my mother would get back only a portion of the contracted price. My brothers and I were happy that every question was answered to our mother's satisfaction.

I cannot begin to express what it means to me to know that my mother and her now husband are safe and secure and living a full and productive life with friends and neighbors whom they consider extended family. This would never have been possible had she kept her home or moved to an apartment with no choice in the age group, lifestyles or religious beliefs of her neighbors.

From the very first moment that I walked into the courtyard area and heard only the peaceful sound of the water fountain, I felt how very special and blessed Baptist Village residents are. They truly have a little touch of "Paradise" in the middle of an ever-growing and threatening city.

Gail Robinson
Camarillo, California

Decked Out
Special K has been a part of the New York club scene for a number of years ("Ket Nip," David Holthouse, July 3). Before moving to Phoenix from New York City, I was part of one of the biggest club scenes of all time, partying like a maniac and being treated like a celebrity.

I can remember when Special K first surfaced. It was new and exciting, but, after a while, it became part of everyone's evening appetite. It was at that point that a fresh, new, exciting, emerging underground filled with creative fashions and theatrical personalities turned into a sea of sedated shells of people unable to speak and hardly able to stand.

In my opinion, Special K was one of the many sparks that set the New York club empire up in flames. In short, Special K is not the beginning, but the beginning of the end.

Tyler Naifeh

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