NO SHRINKAGE HERE
I wanted to compliment Michael Gill on his column in the new Scene (Arts District, July 23). It is very encouraging to hear your support for the arts in Cleveland and a commitment to covering all the great artists, performers, etc. that make this city a great place to live and entertain. It’s very frustrating on our end to see the arts pages shrinking at publications around the region and country, when our services and programming are key to helping build this city and highlight our wealth of creativity.
Assistant Director, Communications
The Cleveland Museum of Art
MAZEL TOV, TERRY
Terry Macklin was part of a contingent of kids at St. Agatha’s (now the Martin de Porres Center) in Glenville who had drive to express themselves while having a good time (“The Bar Mitzvah King,” July 16).
Around 1970, we were into singing, putting on dances, skating parties and acting out skits. In those skits, there was a social tug-of-war with white progressive nuns of the Dominican order. They wanted to do more of the lighthearted saccharine stuff of Up With People promoting diversity, versus we black kids, who were driven to pantomime gritty lyrics onstage to songs like “War” by the Temptations (not Edwin Starr’s later version) and Donny Hathaway’s “The Ghetto.” The Vietnam War and the then-recent Glenville riots were strong contrasting backdrops of the times.
Along with the rest of us, Terry was right in the thick of all activities. I remember him singing “Just My Imagination” along with a couple of other eighth-grade would-be crooners. As we graduated we went in different directions in life, destined to fall in one of three categories: Some people watch things happen, some make things happen and there are those who wondered what happened. Great coverage by Scene made it obvious on Terry’s direction.
AND THE BIKE YOU RODE IN ON
On a lovely summer night last week, I also rode my bike from Brooklyn Center to an Indians game (“The Green Police,” July 16). I had to ask four Progressive Field workers before someone knew where bicycle parking was allowed. He pointed me to a small set of bike racks that are more of an afterthought than a true bicycle-parking place.
Being a bicycle advocate who works at getting people to consider using their bicycle for transportation, I have read numerous stories and blogs about bikes locked to traffic meters or streetlights whose locks get cut off by security officials, maintenance workers and police officers. Cities across the country are encouraging people to ride bicycles for transportation, but they are not always able to keep up with the demand for places to park the bikes once the person has arrived. In the past year, the City of Cleveland has installed 500 single-loop bicycle racks through a Transportation Enhancement grant from NOACA. If more funding is found, they will install more.
The City of Cleveland is also working on plans to build a bicycle parking facility in the downtown Gateway neighborhood. It is my understanding that the funding is approved and the location has been determined. It is in a space that is currently vacant and does not require massive amounts of construction. The facility would include safe bicycle parking, plus lockers and showers that would enable downtown workers to commute to their jobs via bicycle or a combination of RTA and bicycle. Your column is the perfect opportunity for citizens to encourage Cleveland officials to move forward, build the downtown bicycle parking facility and get it opened by spring 2009. E-mail your comments to the City of Cleveland’s Bicycle/Pedestrian Coordinator at MCader@city.cleveland.oh.us.
SOMEONE FORGOT TO APPEASE THE SUN GOD
My son delivered the Sun Messenger for many years in South Euclid (“Sun Set?” July 16). He did a fine job of it, to the point where his customers sent him thank-you notes and tips. This was a source of pride, both for him and for us.
In May of this year he was sent a letter telling him he was no longer needed, as someone at The Plain Dealer had decided a few extra dollars were more important. I was curious about who this heartless a-hole was, and now I know his name. This would be the same guy who has apparently silenced the music critic for telling it like it is. Now this guy too. I thought journalism had something to do with telling the truth, and maybe along the way, doing something good for the community. I thought wrong.
Here’s my advice. Save your money, and read the Akron Beacon Journal online. Or go out in your yard while the thugs are reloading, and find a forked stick! Good luck and stay low!
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