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LettersWeek of February 28, 2001Published on February 28, 2001Revved Up Not that Dickson's current Bar Harbor address is too shabby -- I've been there; it ain't Wellston -- but I always wondered how he could swing his ritzy apartment in a Clayton high-rise on a St. Marcus minister's salary. Now we know. Now we know. I should add, perhaps, that Dickson offered me the use of said apartment for a party when I was in his good graces. Never took him up on it, and then he stabbed me in the back over the St. Marcus Theatre and the offer was rescinded. Oh well. All good things come to those who wait. And, boy, did I hit the mother lode of waiting with your cover story. For a supposed man of God, Dickson Beall apparently learned very little from the story of Judas. I guess when that's who's staring you in the mirror when you get up each morning, you tend not to notice him. So, congratulations on your RFT cover story, Rev. Beall. It couldn't happen to a more deserving soul. Dysfunction Junction Last spring, before St. Louis Public Schools teacher salaries were raised for many positions, St. Louis County districts offered $10,000 a year more than comparable positions in the city district. Given the shortage of teachers, is it surprising that a number of teachers moved on to greener paychecks? Certainly no human institution is perfect, and many things in city schools need improvement. Doesn't D.J. Wilson think that, by producing such unbalanced writings about the district, he is contributing to the difficulty of attracting and keeping teachers? Is he trying to be hurtful to the students and parents? Such emotional writing that doesn't let facts get in the way of the author's prejudices has been common on the Post-Dispatch editorial page. It is disappointing to see it in the Riverfront Times. See Your Shrink I hope his shrink reads his column and can help him with his terrific frustration about living and working here. I can well understand how he could be so frustrated and suicidal working at the RFT. When it started out, it held such promise for becoming great, but look at what it's become. I'm not going to go into the sadness and disappointment and down-the-toilet quality of the paper now, but that must be a hard thing for you to have to swallow -- that you're still working there and that, day by day by day, it gets worse and worse. Except for Jeannette Batz, the emperor has absolutely no fucking clothes. I'm sure if Wilson discusses this with his shrink, he/she will help him get his values straight and quit the paper and find some work that will make his feel good about himself. Maybe he'll even find something worthwhile about St. Louis (try some volunteer work with kids) instead of putting all his energy into figuring out what the "best" restaurant and "best" place to go for Bloody Marys is. Just Being Neighborly
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