Bob is back
What a refreshing feeling to have Bob Valenzuela back. He has
been so missed since he moved to Hollywood but thankfully he hasn’t
forgotten us here in our fair city. (Not a one-horse town
anymore.)
When I get my paper, my two most favorite columns are
”
Naturally
”
by Mark Paxton and Bob Valenzuela, then
”
Letters
”
of course.
Sometimes my paper gets missed but then I call and they
graciously start it up again. I really love the Pinnacle and cannot
for the life of me understand how in heaven’s name they can afford
to supply us all for free. It’s unheard of
– anyway us poor folks certainly do appreciate it. Cannot thank
you enough.
Getting back to Bob’s column brought back old memories when he
mentioned his bro Freddie who I owe my life to. Way back in 1957
Freddie, Sadi, Annie Low and myself were in a terrible car accident
at the end of the Bolsa and Hwy 101. I went through the windshield
and my jugular vein was cut and Freddie held it pinched until the
ambulance came.
They told me later that had he not done that I would have bled
to death. So you see why I owe my life to Freddie. Every once in a
while we run into each other at the grocery store and he will come
up behind me and put his hands over my eyes and say
”
Guess who?
”
He’s as crazy as ever, but I love him for the good friend he has
always been.
Barbara Bailey Valdez
Hollister
Bob is back
What a refreshing feeling to have Bob Valenzuela back. He has been so missed since he moved to Hollywood but thankfully he hasn’t forgotten us here in our fair city. (Not a one-horse town anymore.)
When I get my paper, my two most favorite columns are “Naturally” by Mark Paxton and Bob Valenzuela, then “Letters” of course.
Sometimes my paper gets missed but then I call and they graciously start it up again. I really love the Pinnacle and cannot for the life of me understand how in heaven’s name they can afford to supply us all for free. It’s unheard of – anyway us poor folks certainly do appreciate it. Cannot thank you enough.
Getting back to Bob’s column brought back old memories when he mentioned his bro Freddie who I owe my life to. Way back in 1957 Freddie, Sadi, Annie Low and myself were in a terrible car accident at the end of the Bolsa and Hwy 101. I went through the windshield and my jugular vein was cut and Freddie held it pinched until the ambulance came.
They told me later that had he not done that I would have bled to death. So you see why I owe my life to Freddie. Every once in a while we run into each other at the grocery store and he will come up behind me and put his hands over my eyes and say “Guess who?” He’s as crazy as ever, but I love him for the good friend he has always been.
Barbara Bailey Valdez
Hollister
