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Letters to the editor – March 2017

Posted: March 3rd, 2017 | Featured, Letters to the editor, Opinion | No Comments

Smooth jazz in East Village

[Ref: “88.3 FM, the award-winning jazz radio station in our midst,” Vol. 18, Issue 2, or online at tinyurl.com/hpyroz7]

Great article about a really terrific station! So grateful to have the music to see us through the good times and the bad times. We need it now more than ever! One thing, though … that photo is of Ken Poston, general manager, not Chad Fox!

—Helen Borgers, via our website.

[Editor’s note: The name on photo was fixed online; thanks for the head’s up.]

There is no great jazz radio station in America. WBGO comes close, but all the rest are on college stations like this, ruled by the stupid lame mentality of PBS — pledge breaks and too many vocals. Try listening to KCSM out of San Mateo, California, if you really want to get sick to your stomach.

The only jazz worth listening to are a couple of internet stations such as AccuJazz out of Chicago. The college stations are namby-pamby moldy fig boring. Just browse their playlists! Disgusting marshmallow mediocrity, all designed to please some delusion of a common-denominator listener. Give me a break.

—Kerry Carnohan, via our website

Biking for a cause(s)

[Ref: “The ride of his life,” Vol. 18, Issue 2, or online at tinyurl.com/hctds5f]

This is so awesome and so beautiful! I am delighted to read of this. The organizations Jan is raising money for are near and dear to my heart. My Dad died of ALS; this is how I have come into contact with Les Turner and have, too, donated time and money for the organization as it has had phenomenal strides in the research of ALS and comfort of PALS.

Also, I am a hospice nurse; so grateful to hear that Jan had an amazing experience with hospice for his Mom (actually, this is truly so bittersweet).

I am a cyclist, too, completing my first Ironman in September 2016. I rode the beautiful streets of Barrington, Illinois, numerous times in my training; the very town that Jan is originally from and I’m sure possesses many fond cycling memories from.

I am wondering if there is map or a way to know when Jan might be riding through Illinois (or a state nearby)? I am a very good cheer-er and would love to cheer him on and offer support! This type of cycling is amazing, selfless, life-changing: Super congrats to you, Jan! Praying for you!

—Kara Vitek, via our website

Urban Academy woes

[Ref: “Welcome to learning in the 21st century,” Vol. 17, Issue 6, or online at tinyurl.com/jvxpaek]

The Urban Discovery Academy has created something in the East Village, but it’s not what you might think.

“They are kids, what do you expect?”

That is the response given by most everyone in attempts to discredit our complaints about Urban Discovery Academy’s choice to have their children play just feet outside of our windows in their parking lot.

Depending on which publication you read, there were varying boosts of their rooftop pavilion and a backyard playground. So why would they opt to use the seven-space parking lot constructed of concrete, asphalt and curbs to trip over instead?

There are two dumpsters, one of which stinks by the end of the week, placed just the other side of our fence, next to the newly placed basketball hoop on the south side of the lot. Flag football is popular with the older boys on the other half of the seven spaces. The girls mostly stand around the perimeter chatting or weaving in and out of the ball games screaming for no obvious reason other than to scream.

There is no grass. No water fountains. No bathrooms. No organization. No discipline, no direction and absolutely no regard for its neighbor’s right to peaceful enjoyment.
Recess starts at 9 a.m., just one hour after school starts. That is when a gaggle of children, ranging in grades from K-8 pour out into the makeshift playground delivering their daily does of obnoxiousness to us.

Just feet away from their designated playground stands a building with 22 occupants in it. I am one of the residents and like most others in the building, I have lived here long before the inception of the school. I am also one of the people who are affected directly by the incredible amount of noise that is generated. I would have never thought that a school would have so little concern for the members of the community they moved into.

Although there have been requests, complaints and pleas, nothing is done to alleviate the amount of noise. Oddly enough, the response is nothing positive. What happens is just the opposite and it is obvious to those that live in this building that the kids are being used as pawns, if you will, and encouraged to exaggerate the amount of noise they create.
After all, “They are kids, what do you expect?”

What I expect is that a school that demands so much respect from the community, would have been more decent to the 22 people living in this building. The 22 people who will be homeless soon due to the shady underhanded business going on in the background to rid the block of our existence so the school can get busy with its second phase.
“They are kids, what do you expect?”

I expected some common core decency is all. I expected the school to deliver some of what it expects from the older kids to do for the younger kids.

LEAD BY EXAMPLE.

—Christina Koch, via our website

—Letters to the editor can be sent to morgan@sdcnn.com. Comments can also be made on our website or Facebook page.

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