Reunion time and Bob’s on memory lane
I’m not worried about losing our money at our bank here in
Southern California. I bank at the Tijuana Banco, Taqueria y
Tequilaria. Aye chee waa waa.
Reunion time and Bob’s on memory lane
I’m not worried about losing our money at our bank here in Southern California. I bank at the Tijuana Banco, Taqueria y Tequilaria. Aye chee waa waa.
During the primaries you voted for Obama because he promised he would get the troops out of Iraq. Thank God he is a man of his word and not like other politicians. This past Sunday after a trip to Afghanistan he said he would pull the troops out of Iraq and move them to Afghanistan. I think Sen. Obama has contracted the deadly disease that started in Hollister: the Jaime De La Cruz-say-what-you-have-to-say-to-get-electeditis. Oh, it didn’t start with De La Cruz and I can bet my Tijuana bank account it isn’t going to end with Obama. Oh mamma mia.
Speaking of “Mamma Mia” and if you love the songs of ABBA like I do, why waste your time on yet another Pierce Brosnan musical? Yes, that is why I go to a Brosnan film. Rent a great fun film with depth, “Muriel’s Wedding” with the best actress of our generation, Toni Collette. Rent or buy it at a great video store or Blockbuster.
My favorite ABBA song is “Abba Dabba Honeymoon” while I eat an Abba Zabba bar.
Loved that interview with Steven Spielberg who I recently saw on Hollywood Boulevard. They wanted to title “Back to the Future” “Spaceman from Pluto” and in the original script Michael J. Fox was to go back to the future in a refrigerator. Talk about birth control to the next step.
Our 50th class reunion is bringing about some great memories of Hollister 1958. Our graduating class of around 100 didn’t make much of a historical mark as some previous classes who took their educatin more seriously. But wow, did the class of 1958 have fun. Thanks to guys who questioned authority like Frank Klauer, Gordon Machado, Richard Ferreira, Bob Scattini and Doug Menzel, who unlike James Dean were rebels with a cause and always kept things exciting, much to the chagrin of the administration, with poor Vice Principal Louis Picetti in particular. Picetti didn’t want me to be student body president and Frank Klauer vice president. Picetti actually demanded a recount. If it were Hollister, Florida, I would not have been student body president. Glad Frank and I won as we tried hard to make Hollister High fun as the advent of Russia’s Sputnik and the emphasis on science seemed to try to kill the fun of being a teen. But according to our yearbook, Klauer and I won out. Under the Atom-Mizer Club are pictured 26 students. This meant that over 423 other students did not join the Atom-Mizers.
Wow! They are closing down over 600 Starbucks. Gee, I didn’t see that coming. A company devoted to serving coffee then killing that great coffee aroma and taste with all kinds of flavor foams and charging you outrageously for the privilege of drinking mayhem in a cup. The smartest people I know gather with friends at a real coffee shop and if they want sprinkles they order a donut. Real Americans.
The Cinerama Dome theater complex down the street here on Sunset and Vine in Hollywood had a midnight showing of Batman. Big deal. So did every town with a projector and a sheet. One slight difference. They had sold out midnight showings at 12:01 on 14 screens plus round-the-clock showings at 3:30 in the morning and beyond. “The Dark Knight” on its first weekend made $155 million. “Mamma Mia” made $27 million. Mamma mia.
My son David was right when he received his rebate check the first week and we got ours on the last possible week. David said the government knows us old PHARTS (People Having A Rotten Time Spending) aren’t going out to buy the latest overpriced phone or Ipod. David was right. I took my $600 check to the gentlemen’s club down the street and they gave me 660 in services rendered. Thank God for Bush.
Thank you Jo and Johnny Amelio. No wonder you two will go directly to Heaven, no stopping in Purgatory or Gilroy.
Well at least we know why he swallows are not going back to Capistrano. Gangs. Yes, Capistrano, once one of the most peaceful, serene towns in the world, is being swallowed not by swallows but jail birds.
