I cringed when the usually thoughtful Michael Miner described one of my former meal tickets, the soon-to-be-folded Chicago Enterprise, as “the voice of the Civic Committee of the Commercial Club of Chicago” (Hot Type, August 26).

Not quite, Mike. Chicago Enterprise was funded by the Civic Committee, but no one who read it carefully could describe it as the mouthpiece of big business. Rather, it was “the voice of” the diverse and independent writers and photographers who filled its pages the past eight years. Journalists like Alfredo Lanier, Tom Andreoli, R. Bruce Dold, Merrill Goozner, Ed Zotti, James Krohe Jr., Patrick Barry, Ben Joravsky, Harold Henderson, Linda Lenz, Vicki Quade, Greg Hinz, David Greising, Laurie Abraham, Mark Veverka, Susan Chandler, Maria Donato, David Jackson, Bob Yovovich, Adolfo Mendez, Joanna Brown, Valerie Denney, Scott Baltic, Paul Merideth, Jon Randolph, Noel Neuburger, Alex Galindo, Janet Kalhben, and David Roeder.

There’s at least one Pulitzer Prize in this crowd. And many of the bylines are familiar to fans of Crain’s Chicago Business, the Chicago Tribune, the Chicago Sun-Times, Chicago magazine and, yes, even the Reader. These are good people, so I hope they’ll pardon my vulgar name-dropping. I just think their work for Chicago Enterprise–and the contributions of others too numerous to mention–deserves better than a description of the magazine that wrongly suggests it was flacking for the corporate masters.

Glenn Coleman