The best way to beat the drug problem is to put a cap of $250,000 on all salaries. To prevent price gouging by owners, all ticket prices should be scaled back to, say, half of what they are now.
JOHN B. HOLWAY
That issue was the pits. If I want to read about money, I'll read MONEY.
PAUL BODDY ($12,500)
Robert W. Creamer's sidebar "Once Upon a Time in Cleveland..." (Pow! Wow! April 6) stated that the Indians took over first place in May 1954 and never relinquished it. I was an 11-year-old Yankee fan then, and I seem to remember that on July 4, 1954, after the first games of their respective double-headers (the Yankees against the Tigers and the Indians against the Senators), the Yankees were in first place by half a game, though they were no longer there at the end of the second games.
CHARLES G. WILLIAMS JR.
?It was on July 18, 1954, not July 4, but you're right that for a brief period that day the Yankees occupied first.—ED.
First it was a lower pitching mound. Now it's a strike zone the size of a credit card (Whatever Happened to the Strike Zone? April 6). Can't major league pitchers get a break? Let's bring back the so-called high hard one.
I gave up baseball at the age of 11 because I couldn't hit the high inside pitch, although I could hit the low outside pitch a ton. What a shame I didn't stay in baseball. I could be leading the majors today, at the age of 59!
DAVID S. CROYDER
VOICE OF THE TIGERS
Congratulations to William Taaffe for his superb piece on a wonderfully gifted human being, Ernie Harwell (RADIO, April 13). Twenty-one years ago I had the good fortune to meet Ernie. I was a young boy growing up without a father, and Ernie became a terrific role model for me. Without question, he is one of the sweetest individuals ever to grace the broadcasting profession.
Your tribute to Hall of Famer Ernie Harwell was greatly appreciated. Not only is he revered in Michigan, as your article pointed out, but he is also revered by a whole generation of former Michigan residents upon whose lives he made an indelible impression. Although I wish the world were filled with Ernie Harwells, I'm grateful there is one.
Santa Barbara, Calif.
How well I remember hot summer nights in the '50s and '60s, lying in bed listening to Ernie Harwell and George Kell make the Tiger games come alive on my radio. Televised games can't hold a candle to Ernie's broadcasts. Nobody does it better.
I commend Roy Blount Jr. on his writing (Attacking the Amazon, April 13). I laughed through the entire article.