Body Sushi

Years ago, while contemplating a move to L.A. from New York for a TV job, I came across a news item that swung the pendulum decidedly in favor of the Left Coast. Its subject was a social phenomenon that was sweeping La-La Land called “nude bowling,” in which bowlers participated while wearing the sparest of outfits: bowling shoes only.

Bogged down in a New York winter with sweaters, turtlenecks and overcoats, this seemed to offer the ultimate in personal freedom and self-expression. And so I emigrated, only to find that “nude bowling” was, in fact, only a press agent’s myth.

Thus I send an imminent warning to all my fellow Americans: Before you jump on airplanes, or into your mobile homes, lured west by the frenzied enticement of experiencing body sushi (“Body Sushi Certainly Provides Food for Thought,” by Mary McNamara, Aug. 12), beware that this may be just another L.A. press agent’s diabolical scheme to lure more unsuspecting suckers to this vastly overcrowded cultural Mecca.

Kenny Feuerman

Beverly Hills