I appreciate your concern for unsung stars such as Tim Foli and would be delighted to see you continue in this vein and feature stories on such luminaries as Fred Stanley and Joe Lovitto.
ALAN J. MILLER
I have been a great admirer of Tim Foli since he first appeared with the Mets. It is time he got the recognition he deserves.
PEDAL PUSHERS (CONT.)
The article on Oregon bicycle paths (Where All Roads Lead to Roam, May 26) is fine as far as it goes, but it doesn't go far enough. Our bicycle-path program does not exist just for recreation and exercise or only to provide "a way to see [the country] without parking problems." The program also provides for basic intercity and intracity transportation.
The significance of the bicycle-path legislation is that one state has made a tangible and public commitment to bicycles as a transportation alternative. An extremely important factor is that a state highway department is being redirected. By the way, if $2 million a year for bicycle paths is staggering, where does that put $200 million a year for highways?
A statewide network of bicycle paths has not been instantly created, but we have started. Let the record show that Oregon is serious about bicycles and bicycle paths.
DANIEL A. PANSHIN
In October I will complete 25 years as a motor-carrier public-relations director. In March I completed one year as a bicycling commuter—11 miles each day between home and the rail depot, a procedure I began when California gas lines were two hours long and one that I enjoy so much I'll stop only when I can pedal no longer.
Never once in more than 2,000 miles has a truck driver yelled at me (and only rarely have motorists; three young rowdies in a sports car are all that come immediately to mind). So, on behalf of the hundreds of thousands of clean-cut, upstanding family men who are the nation's truck drivers, I protest their grotesque depiction in the drawing that accompanied your article.
RAYMOND D. KERSHNER
San Jose, Calif.
I took particular offense at the description of my hometown, Grants Pass, Ore. (not Grass Pants, as Robert Cantwell preferred to call it). First of all, the only people who have the gall to refer to Grants Pass in such a way are from Medford, and they do so merely because of the rivalry that exists between the two towns during high school football season. Secondly, if Mr. Cantwell had taken the time, he would have found that there are many interesting sights to be encountered between the town of Wonder and the Oregon Caves, such as a ghost town, a museum filled with historical items, numerous streams, a lake (Selmac) and many parks. And since, according to Mr. Cantwell, 69% of the people who ride bicycles do so for recreation and exercise, this would seem to be an ideal place for such a venture.
THROUGH THE GLASS BRIGHTLY
Although as an old Bostonian I read with parochial pride how MIT's simon-pure athletes "beat their brains out" along the Charles (Beating Their Brains Out, May 26), I was sorry John Underwood said nothing about Tech's swimming pool. In the 1930s, when it was brand new, it was a three-day news story.
It seems that for years MIT had no pool of its own, only a beautiful design for one resulting from a prize competition in its architectural school. Somehow in those Depression years the money was raised and construction begun.