It was refreshing to see that Lon Allan has come up with a subject worthy of a little newsprint: billboards (in his case, the ill-begotten, ugly and offensive offspring of David Weyrich). But one expects such shameful shenanigans in a little burg like Atascadero.
What has always puzzled me, however, is how a beautiful and in some ways sophisticated and intelligent community like San Luis Obispo tolerates the blight along their otherwise magnificent north entry along Highway 101.
What on Earth are those big billboards doing in the midst of such incredible natural beauty? You folks down there silently accept their existence as though they were boulders, placed there by the architects of God.
Never miss a local story.
Come on, you are fifty years behind the environmental sensitivities of Lady Bird Johnson (a Texan, of all things).
What they voted for
The Tribune’s March 28 story, “Angry Americans may fear loss of dreams,” was inadvertently funny. For years, voters have repeatedly put into office political majorities who loosened bank/Wall Street regulations and oversight, passed tax laws that benefited corporations that off-shored their factories, and gave corporate tax breaks that resulted in companies like GE, which is not paying a penny in taxes on all its offshored profit.
In short, Americans repeatedly voted for the very people and policies that steadily gutted the middle class and shoved the poor even farther down the ladder — concentrating more and more wealth into fewer and fewer hands.
And now they feel their American Dream has been betrayed and they’re angry? Seems to me they’re just getting exactly what they voted for.
See ‘Phil Ochs’ film
The power and pathos of the 1960s was the outgrowth of the social causes that boiled over, from civil rights to Vietnam.
The traumas, moral dilemmas and ironic humor of the era are thoughtfully illuminated by the documentary film “Phil Ochs: There but for Fortune,” currently playing at the Palm Theater in San Luis Obispo. Filled with clips of Ochs, the luminaries of the folk/protest scene and the burning political and social events of the day, the film makes evident why living life with conscious concern for those around us is the residue of those times.
Go see it while you can. Thanks again to Jim Dee for bringing great art and inspiration to the Central Coast.
Jeffrey R. Stein
San Luis Obispo
Camp Roberts irony
The heartbreaking irony is that the repulsive state of Camp Roberts could be the perfect place for our troops to train given the unknown situations they will face in a war zone.
I applaud The Tribune for doing its job once in a while. The main role of a newspaper is to keep a watchful eye on the workings of government of all stripes.
On Sunday, March 13, The Tribune published a great article on the salaries of the top 50 employees of the city of Paso Robles. Even though most of us are aware of the obscene salaries that public employees are paid, this article had the effect of shocking some of us because that information was presented in black and white. It appears that the top 50 paid employees of Paso Robles earn around a quarter of a million dollars per year. We get four city employees for the bargain price of $1 million.
I would like The Tribune to do a follow-up story with a survey of the salaries of average Paso Robles residents who pay these “public servants.”
The Sunday Parade magazine also recently published its yearly survey of what people earn around the country. As expected, the salaries of average people appear to be less than 1/5 of the salaries of the public employees of Paso Robles, and I would imagine that the salaries of Paso Robles residents would follow a similar pattern.
No place here
So, Robert Stack (Letters, March 30) will not be moving to Arroyo Grande because of the less-than-courageous words of our mayor and police chief regarding the cross-burning incident. If he is biased enough to tar and feather a whole community because of the actions of a few, I for one am glad he won’t be living here. His bias and lack of intelligence have no place here.
Patricia M. Berger