EYEING THE HAWK
Thanks to Steve Wulf for his fabulous feature on Ken (The Hawk) Harrelson (The Hawk: A Nose For All Seasons, Jan. 20). I have no doubt the big guy will deal the White Sox to the top—and within two seasons. I only wish his nest were in the Red Sox front office at Fenway Park. Sorry, Lou Gorman, but there's only one Hawk!
I think the Hawk's cowboy hats and boots beat the old Nehru jackets—by a Nose.
The article on the Hawk is the type of wildlife story I enjoy. Some people may have counted him out, but I believe he has yet to reach his beak.
PHILIP A. LYNCH
I graduated from Lewis University in 1968 and therefore enjoyed the story by Hank Hersch on the Niego boys (Keeping It Almost All In The Family, Jan. 20).
You mentioned another Lewis product in the article on Ken Harrelson: John Boles, who was not rehired as a Triple-A manager by Harrelson (he's now manager of the Royals' Triple-A team in Omaha), graduated from Lewis in 1970. Boles played for Lewis under Gordon Gillespie, an outstanding baseball man. After Lewis, Boles coached at two colleges, St. Xavier and Louisville, and then was a manager in the Sox minor league system for five years. Boles paid his dues and deserved to be made third base coach of the Sox. Harrelson's decision to go for name coaches shows more flash than substance. The Sox will stink again with Harrelson calling the shots. Herman Franks? Jim Marshall? Why not Tweedledum and Tweedledee?
?For the latest word on another Lewis graduate, peripatetic pitcher Tom Brennan, see Spotlight on page 92.—ED.
O.K., I give up. Refresh my memory. Who did the Red Sox receive when they sent the Hawk to Cleveland?
NANCY BROUILLARD MCKENZIE
? Boston got catcher Joe Azcue and pitchers Sonny Siebert and Vicente Romo for Harrelson and Red Sox pitchers Dick Ellsworth and Juan Pizarro.—ED.
I'm crazy about ice princess Katarina Witt (Behold The Shining Star Of The G.D.R., Jan. 20). I remember her well from the 1984 Olympics, and I'm still in awe of her beauty as well as her formidable athletic talent. Even her name is beautiful.
Forget the swimsuit issue; more Katarina Witt, please.