WYETH’S WORTH

We in the provinces, grateful to be able to mosey to the Circle K on a Saturday evening to purchase an L.A. Times, are appalled by the provincialism of your letter writers who mince and whine at William Wilson, an art critic whose point they seem to miss.

He knows wherefrom he speaks, sweeties, and there are some who found his report on the Wyeth situation refreshing, enlightening, and, well, OK, maybe a smidge Wilson-y, but what the hey. We can handle that, can’t we?

VIRGINIA FRAPS HODGE

Tucson