LET’S TRYST AGAIN

Hey--watch your language, you guys! Stop bashing those of us who live in trailer parks but do not necessarily tryst here (“But Are They Still Journalists?,” April 16): “. . . nearly every (“Hard Copy”) featured grisly crime stories and sleazy trailer park trysts.” Surely “Hard Copy” had other more juicy headlines you could have pulled for your examples of predilection toward profiling low-life types.

I happen to live in a reputable trailer park and am a free-lance writer in the fields of natural history and horticulture. Why, my articles have even appeared in The Times. My neighbors include a gifted documentary filmmaker (incidentally, the daughter of a retired Times editor), a talented artist, skilled craftspeople, wonderful gardeners, schoolteachers, physical therapists, etc.

We are not in the practice of sitting around on our porches in dirty undershirts resting our potbellies on the front railing, swilling beer and spitting tobacco juice into Aunt Polly’s petunias--and we leave the trysting to the ducks on our lake.

Most of us would head to a 4-star hotel for a tryst, anyway. We’ve got class to spare.

GLORIA IRIS GLASSER

Seminole Springs Mobile Home Park, Agoura

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As the reporters in the article say, ratings are everything. Until control of the broadcast news media is wrested away from pandering corporate sponsors, we will continue to witness the deterioration of newscasts until shows like “Hard Copy” may be all that are left.

HOWARD WILLIAMS

Los Angeles

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Why not a show where camera crews hound Diane Dimond at home, Terry Murphy at the market and Barry What’s-His-Name at the hair stylist’s? To paraphrase J.C. Mellencamp, “Calling it your job sure don’t make it right.”

STEVE BEASLEY

North Hills