And, finally, please try to remember that the bulk of Canada's population lives in areas with better or equal climate to that of New England, the Midwest and the Great Plains states. So let's leave out the autumnal-blizzards-and-snowshoes nonsense in the future.
Thanks for a chance to say my piece. Usually I enjoy your magazine a great deal.
In the June 19th issue of SPORTS ILLUSTRATED you featured an article The Sociable Shows of Summer with several excellent pictures by Tony Triolo.
You made, however, an error in a caption. On page 41 there is a large picture of Linda Vass riding John Vass's horse Pete's Prince. You stated in your captions that it was Mrs. Joseph Ferguson riding Vince Dugan's Tumbles Tot. You were wrong.
HONEST TO PETE
Pete Axthelm's account of the 79th AAU track and field meet (See You Later, Jim Ryun, July 3) included some first-rate sports-writing. It also contained some rather unkind remarks about the host city.
Mr. Axthelm's adjectives, "hot" and "dusty," might be applied to almost any American city in midsummer, except that most other parts of the country endure summer humidity at the same time. The temperature at last year's National AAU meet in New York, we recall, reached 100 humid degrees, as compared to our high-and-dry 75. Don Winton wrote us from the Pasadena Athletic Association, referring to the Bakersfield meet as "outstanding." He continued, "It gets our vote as the best AAU championship ever held. The weather was perfect, the service was unsurpassed."
Maybe they had less time than Mr. Axthelm to count "an inexhaustible supply of hard-visaged cocktail waitresses," or to examine "the harsh lives of the local migrant farm laborers."
The community of Bakersfield has matured and improved considerably since John Steinbeck visited us. Too bad Mr. Axthelm failed to notice.
As a citizen of Bakersfield, I am suffering terribly from the "barrenness" around me as I gaze out of my window at my verdant lawn, blooming roses, poppies and zinnias. I glance up my street at other barren plots with cool water misting into the air over green gardens and shrubs. I am "shielding" myself from the "harsh lives of migrant farm laborers" who daily make my life unbearable by living in their homes busily tending to their own jobs, families and activities. I realize how unusual Bakersfield is to have a laboring section of its population, something no other town has—how lucky they are to be made up of "exclusive" citizens.