The other Alexian Brothers: I am not a regular reader of the Riverfront Times; I picked up the March 30 issue because of the attractive cover and info on the Final Four. Upon reading Randall Roberts' "Arch Madness" piece, I was really upset about the misinformation concerning Alexian Brothers. My mother is currently a resident at the Alexian Brothers Lansdowne Manor, a full-service nursing home located at 4624 Lansdowne Avenue in south St. Louis and operated by the Alexian Brothers. They also have a nursing home called Alexian Brothers Sherbrooke Village at 4005 Ripa Avenue.
The Exorcist took place at the old Alexian Brothers hospital located on South Broadway that has since been demolished. A new hospital called St. Alexius is now at 3933 South Broadway, occupying the same piece of real estate.
You forgot the number one rule of journalism: Get your facts correct! I'm sure the residents and staff of the Alexian Brothers Lansdowne Manor nursing facility are not happy being featured in your paper in such a derogatory manner.
Food for Thought
James wants his with extra relish: I am so tired of reading angry letters from the heads of local businesses or groups bitching to the Riverfront Times editors about their critics -- people connected to poorly reviewed St. Louis restaurants or the fuming heads of theater groups who think they deserve better from the likes of Dennis Brown.
I'm writing specifically in reference, however, to the negative letters I've read over the past few weeks about Rose Martelli. I'm biased, of course, as I sit down to her restaurant reviews with all of the relish I give to a good meal. I savor her every word, every criticism even when I disagree (which isn't all that often). And come on, people, this is a restaurant critic who can really write. I like her reviews so much, I wish I were the best friend who got to tag along to the restaurants if only to get a taste of her opinion, a smidgen of her inspiration. Alas, I'm left with the weekly words that should be taken for what they are: one topnotch reviewer's views on one local restaurant's offerings.
And though I think that's pretty damn good, I also think that comes with no "social responsibility" whatsoever. Neither Rose Martelli nor any of the other critics at the RFT should review a movie or a play or a restaurant based upon its independent or struggling status. Let's be honest: That ain't what art (even when it's the art of cooking) is about; you don't get extra kudos because you tried real hard. I say give kudos to Rose, who gives us her very best each week her reviews appear.
Granite City -- a rich vein: Maybe I was spoiled growing up in Tampa, home to Morissound Studio, the studio for metal music [Letters, March 16]. Upon arriving in St. Louis, I found the metal scene lacking. Attempting to find quality metal that was not watered down with commercialism was a task. But like any true music lover, it was a challenge that took time but was done out of love. In my search I was disheartened but eventually rewarded. The promised land lies just over the river in -- hold your breath -- Granite City.
Who else knows more about mullets, sleeveless T's or quality metal than the truly repressed farm boy? The Granite City Vintage Vinyl shop is full of modern curiosities, most of the staff knows what they are talking about and more importantly they will take the time to talk to you! Not only the metal section, but the punk is thick. The prices are a couple of dollars cheaper, so spend it on gas! Quit your cryin' and do some drivin', unless your idea of metal is Drivin' N' Cryin'. If that's the case, I can only suggest a shotgun lobotomy!
Oh yeah, in response to that freak smearing his blood on the metal section's sign: Contact Savage Love for some guidance, and remember only the purist's blood will do, so keep your contaminated corpuscles to yourself! Don't mind the burning crosses, just invert them and carry on. Rock on, Metal-fish.
As Marlene Martin rightly points out, we mislocated the old Alexian Brothers hospital last week in Randall Roberts' "Arch Madness" feature. The events that inspired The Exorcist took place at 3933 South Broadway, where St. Alexius Hospital now stands.
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