Airmail

Off to a great start

Congratulations to the new American Way team! This frequent traveler has never before enjoyed all of the articles from cover to cover. Reading the interview with Jimmy Fallon was as entertaining as he is, and Arnold’s spin on The New Celebrity Apprentice could become must see TV. You even managed to pique my interest in Cuba and returning to London for another vacation.
I’ll be looking forward to the next edition. What destination will be added to my bucket list and whose life or career will be highlighted for my reading pleasure? American Way has become my new way to enjoy the flight.
Donna Maze
Chicago, IL

Jogging down memory lane

I enjoyed the article on the first Super Bowl (Jan. 2017). I was living in Orange County, California, and since we were in the blackout range (a 100-mile radius of Los Angeles), we couldn’t get the game on television. The L.A. Times published instructions on how to pull in the broadcast by creating an antenna out of a metal coat hanger attached to a broomstick. This “high tech” solution allowed us to watch the game, although it was quite fuzzy!
Andy Matthews
Long Beach Island, NJ

Honoring Black History Month

The way in which you celebrated Black history and culture within the February 2017 issue was remarkable. Featuring the artistic contributions of Janelle Monáe and Corey Hawkins in ways that transcended entertainment was refreshing. As a Black man, I appreciated the way in which you commemorated Black achievement as American achievement.
Todd Q. Adams
Cleveland, OH

Enjoying the remake

I’ve been flying American Airlines for more than 30 years—the past seven years as Executive Platinum—so I’ve read many editions of American Way magazine. I’ve witnessed several “remakes” and the coming and going of a few editors. Over the years I’ve generally enjoyed most editions and think the “remake” (Jan. 2017) is off to a good start.
Art Sundstrom
Austin, TX

A Right Wrong Turn

Loved your article “A Fusion of Flavors” on the Harlem restaurant scene (October). The first time I went to Harlem, it was a mistake. It was the 1950s. My teenage friends and I took the wrong subway and ended up on 125th Street. What a difference the years make!  Now we go eagerly to eat, check out the charming brownstones, and relish the Harlem Renaissance. Red Rooster is a favorite spot. And it’s not just the food. It’s the vibe. Chef Marcus Samuelsson presides over a rainbow coalition, greeting old friends and newcomers with equal zest. And don’t miss the peach cobbler at nearby Sylvia’s. 
Judith Bishop
New York and Miami Beach
 

Space Travel

Adam Pitluck’s note “Moon Shadow” (October) reminded me of my stay in Venezuela, and the canoe trip my husband and I took on one of the tributaries of the Orinoco River. For two nights we slept in hammocks on a campground that was owned by the local Indians. While they supplied the campsite with food and water, they kept to themselves, living as they did in a nearby village. One night, I noticed that there was a beautiful full moon, but I couldn’t see it well from the campsite because the trees were so tall and dense. I followed a path through the jungle to have a better look. An Indian who was also walking down the path stopped to ask if I was lost. “Lady,” he inquired, “Are you alright? Why are you here?” I told him that I wanted to get a better look at the moon. He replied, “Why? Don’t you have a moon where you live?”
RoseAnna Mueller
Grand Beach, MI
 

Noises Off

I read the short POV article about how sounds contribute to the scariness of horror movies with interest (“Things That Go Bump in the Night,” October). The sounds of movies of this genre have always freaked me out more than the images; I can’t stand to be within earshot of such sounds even if I am not engaged in the movie. On my eastbound transatlantic flight, I decided to see if, protected by this intellectual knowledge about sounds gained from reading the article, I could watch a scary flick. I got through the first sounds of creaky hinges and blowing winds in The Conjuring 2 OK, but when it got to the deep rumbling sound and dissonant music, I had to give up. The new information did not rescue me from the eerie effectiveness of the soundtrack. I switched to something more cheery on the movie menu.
Lloyd Brimhall
Tempe, AZ
 

A Stirring Tail

Your article, “Camp Mermaid” by Kathleen Parrish (October) brought back fond memories for me. You see, I was a Weeki Wachee Mermaid in 1974 and 1975. I even recognized one of the mermaids pictured! I drank Coke from a bottle and ate bananas under water too. The hardest part was using only breath control to stay under water during the 45 minute shows. During the performance if we took in too much air we shot up to the surface and out of sight. The feeling of absolute beauty and freedom under the water is something I will never forget.  Now I have the same feeling above the ground in flight since I am flight attendant for American Airlines. Which job do I prefer? Well, I’ve been with American for almost 40 years! 
Kathleen Corbett
Leesburg, VA
 

Perfect Pies

First of all, in reference to your August article “Appreciating Apizza,” it’s pronounced “abeetz,” and my high-school friends and I always headed to Pepe’s after a game. Or just because we needed some “abeetz.” There was Pepe’s vs Sally’s. My brother is a Sally’s man and has the private number; collects his abeetz at the back door.
I’m glad Joe Murray sang the praises of New Haven Napoletana pizza, no matter how you pronounce it. My husband is a New Yorker and thinks we are crazy in New Haven. The next time you’re in New Haven for a pizza fix, continue on to Louie’s Lunch, home of the hamburger. But don’t ask for ketchup, or you’ll be booted out. It’s not the original store, but the recipe is the same. Then stroll anywhere along the shore for some great whole-belly clams and a lobster roll (we do butter not mayo). 
When I was forced to move to D.C., there were no pizza restaurants of any kind to speak of, but recently, Pete’s Apizza opened here with very familiar sounding names: The Cutler, the Staven (East Haven), the Wilbur-Cross … still not up to the level of Pepe’s, but then again very few are. Happy eating, and thanks for the shout-out to New Haven abeetz.
Pat Rosner Kearns
Falls Church, Virginia
 
Senior Editor Jacquelyne Froeber Responds: Pat, your “abeetz”-loving letter made everyone in the office hungry for a taste of New Haven. Thank you for the insider info. 

True Believer

Thanks to your article “This Is Me” in American Way (July 2016), I finally understand a former student’s obsession with Demi Lovato. Lovato seems to echo this generation’s cry for us to believe in them even when we don’t understand them. To believe in them when they mess up but get back up and move forward. To believe in them when they choose a different path, when their values are good but just not like ours. To believe in them when they struggle, when they love, when they’re laughing or crying or screaming. To believe in them when they try to discover how they can make this world a better place. I already believed in my former student, and now your article has made me believe in Demi Lovato. 
Laurie Carpenter
São Paulo
 
Design Director Todd Johnson Responds: You’re right, Laurie: Demi is the rare performer who avoids rock-star clichés and instead champions the underdog and the misunderstood. While I was on set with Demi during our cover shoot, I was impressed by her humility and how much she cares about her fans. That and how well she rocks a full-length black leather trenchcoat.