IMAGES OF PARADISE
When I got home today I found two pieces of mail on the table. One was a letter from the college I most want to attend, concerning my admission. The other was the SI swim-suit issue (Here's to the Soft Life, Feb. 9). Guess which one I looked at first?
Your Christie Brinkley bathing-suit issue arrived at my house on Feb. 5, my birthday. What else could a guy possibly ask for! Well....
Luckily, Christie Brinkley's annual photographic arrival at our office occurred at the precise time we became despondent over this doleful financing period and another doleful winter. Christie, an old friend, is like the single-digit interest rate—both evoke images of paradise and are worth waiting for.
It's 5� below zero, my car has broken down (again) and my girl's 100 miles away. Sounds bad enough to write a country-and-western song about, right? It was, until the SI swim-suit issue arrived. You folks just ruined a perfectly good case of the midwinter blues.
"Flights of Fancy in Florida" freed me from my frigid February funk.
Chalk up another one for SI and Christie Brinkley. Both get more spectacular with age!
Santa Ynez, Calif.
Seldom in the course of human history have so few worn so little for so many!
DONALD W. SHINNERS
I'm not one to look forward to your yearly bathing-suit illustrations, yet I've always been pleased by them. However, I question your choice of words on the last page of your layout. You say, "Her suit...." What suit?
RICHARD JUDE REMIS
"Laved by wavelets"? Would that Shelley or Keats had seen Christie Brinkley; the English language would be richer still.
We are students at St. Anselm's College. Our patron, St. Anselm, was most notable for originating the ontological argument for the existence of God. After reading your annual bathing-suit issue, we believe.