If ever there were a feature article printed and distributed
by Metroland that could be aptly characterized as outrageous,
biased and sophomoric, it was “The Spirits Speak” [Oct. 25],
which, in poor taste, appeared in your Halloween issue and
was written by staff journalist, Chet Hardin. And based on
this article, I am being generous in applying the term journalist.
I initially approached Mr. Hardin, via phone, about Ms. Marisha
Alexander, an amazing medium and medical intuitive
residing in the Capital Region. Moreover, as an avid fan of
Metroland, I naively thought your more trendy readership,
might be interested in knowing about such a remarkable personality
whose profound clairvoyant gifts I liken only to mediums such
as John Edwards, George Anderson, and, yes, even Edgar Cayce.
Ergo, it logically followed that I had hoped Mr. Hardin would
evidence interest in writing about Ms. Alexander’s paranormal
abilities, and expound on the extent to which she has helped
numerous clients by her adept ability to tap into the spiritual
During our initial conversations, I explained to Chet Hardin
that I had personally benefited by her discerning messages
in during several sessions that I had had with her and the
exactitude of the information she conveyed to me, information
that only my deceased loved ones and me knew about. Furthermore,
I offered names of physicians in the Capital Region who were
referring patients to her, not because they were bad doctors,
but because there are physical, emotional and spiritual concerns
that allude even the best of medical practitioners.
If Mr. Hardin, who purports to be a journalist, had done his
homework . . . he might of learned that an authentic medium
who is also a medical intuitive has the ability to communicate
with the dispirited-loved ones who have passed and through
a human vessel or conduit, like a medium, are able to provide
crucial information regarding serious issues be they physical,
emotional or spiritual in nature. Furthermore, he might have
learned that nowadays more and more conventional practitioners
are calling upon people, like Marisha Alexander, who possess
these unexplained yet remarkable gifts. Regrettably, Chet’s
cartoon-like feature was so patently juvenile and ignorant
in content that I refuse to recite a word of it, other than
to suggest that perhaps Ms. Alexander touched a raw nerve,
especially when she probed about skeptic’s marital status.
As your quasi-journalist admitted, he was a skeptic before
this experience and remains so after it. However, by besmirching
a gifted spiritualist and medical intuitive, such as
Marisha Alexander, who continues to receive referrals from
well reputed physicians his high-school-like essay, did nothing
more than deprive individuals who do believe in life after
death and who wish to seek out solutions to earthly conundrums
by utilizing an extraordinary medium in this area.
In short, Mr. Hardin’s article might have provided a few laughs
for Halloween, but to the discerning eye, earthly or otherwise,
showcased haphazard journalism and questionable integrity.
In fact, the article was so preposterous, so seemingly mal-intended
that the only explanation I can come up with as to why he
bothered to put pen to paper is, perhaps, Mr. Hardin had one
too many “spirits” before he even entered Ms. Alexander’s
A. Cardarella, Saratoga Springs
is obvious that Chet Hardin did not take his assignment seriously.
If he did, he would have entered into the experience with
an open mind. And why the subtitle “The surprising results
of a trip to a psychic” when he went into the reading as a
skeptic and came out the same?
It’s too bad that Mr. Hardin missed out on the opportunity
to humbly and openly receive the messages that Marisha was
conveying to him. I have been her client for a number of years,
and after having been a skeptic once myself, I am a true believer
now. She has helped me in many areas of my life, most recently,
she allayed my fears about a medical scare, and her accurate
description of the condition was later verified by tests.
I can assure you that she is very specific in her readings.
I really have to think that Mr. Hardin was not listening to
what she was saying, a no-no for a competent reporter; his
article conveys the sense that she speaks in generalizations,
but this has not been my experience or the experience of others
whom she has helped.
Maybe Marisha hit a raw nerve when she tried to bring up the
writer’s marital problems. He was fully annoyed because he
obviously did not want help in this area. He’s the loser in
And to have the article appear in your Halloween issue further
undermines Marisha’s gift. Hopefully, if you decide to cover
this topic again in your publication, you will choose a writer
who is less arrogant and subjective in his or her approach.
Barker, New York City
you for finally shedding light on Brian Scavo [“The Neighborhood
Speaks Out,” Newsfront, Nov. 1]. His inappropriate behavior,
which usually happens around women, appears to be common.
My family knows it firsthand because he pursued my daughter
on several occasions and would not hear her “NOs!” until she
screamed at him as he went door to door. Mr. Scavo is in his
50s and my daughter is in her 30s. He is old enough to be
her father!!! What makes him think he is such a Romeo? I was
also disturbed because of his veiled racist remarks that he
would use in one-on-one conversation about “the old neighborhood.”
It’s about time that he is unmasked for what he really is—a
Barbara J. Silk, Albany
was appalled to read “30 Days of Reich” [Art Murmur, Nov.
1]. I was also at the sneak preview for 30 Days of Night
with my wife. We sat right next to said seats being held.
And a row back from said beer drinking douche bag. I could
see if he was threatening towards you or others, then there
maybe, just maybe a reason to tattle. Frankly KATHRYN if you
had ignored this asshole all together, that theater of people
would have made it the full 30 days. But no, you had to add
yourself to the list of “Cell Phone Security Squad Alpha”
that you seem to despise so much in your column. Except worse,
you’re a snitch. At least we knew who the rent-a-cops were
with the uniforms on. Not only did we have to deal with the
brown shirts, we had to deal with a plain clothes narc such
as yourself. While were on this subject, you should get your
small details right. He was drinking Scheaffers, a fine alcoholic
beverage. And he was wearing a white, stained Molson Light
T-shirt. Please next time Kathryn, MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS,
and we won’t have to wait for the movie to be released on
DVD just to see the end. (Did you spend the $11 to sit through
an hour and a half of movie that you already had seen, just
to see the end?) I know I won’t. And don’t make it a habit
of telling people that you’re a rat in the local newspaper.
Thanks for nothing.
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