Hollister taxes Bob’s patience
Loved this year’s official San Benito County Fair program,
especially the listings for Kids Day. Kids Town, Bitzy the Clown,
Busy Bee Dog Show and from 7 to 9 p.m. wine tasting. Sure as hell
beats the Kool Aid we used to get when we went to the fair as
kids.
Hollister taxes Bob’s patience
Loved this year’s official San Benito County Fair program, especially the listings for Kids Day. Kids Town, Bitzy the Clown, Busy Bee Dog Show and from 7 to 9 p.m. wine tasting. Sure as hell beats the Kool Aid we used to get when we went to the fair as kids.
The citizens of Hollister are the luckiest in the world. With gas prices, food prices and health prices at an all-time high and you can’t live within your budget all you have to do is go down to the Hollister City Council and they’ll give you the money you need. What? Oh, I see, it’s the Hollister City Council that can’t live within their budget and they are asking you to vote to give them more taxes. The Hollister City Council better hope you don’t vote on Measure T after you go grocery shopping and stop to fill up your car with gas. Aye chee waa waa.
What? She’s still giving dancing lessons in her Hollister home with emphasis on the horizontal tango? I remember dating her mom in high school. She was also interested in music. I’ll never forget the night she cranked my Victrola.
Max McGee just died. You remember Max. He made Super Bowl history when he did something no football player in 40 years could ever replicate. Greats like Joe Montana, Steve Young, Jerry Rice or players 100 years from now will never replace Max McGee in the Super Bowl history books. Max in 1967 scored the first Super Bowl touchdown. He did it with a horrible hangover. He died last week at age 75 after falling from his roof. Hung over? I sure as hell hope so as what would a 75-year-old guy be doing up on a roof unless he was a fiddler?
Speaking of great movies, beware of ads that tout a movie as “one of this year’s best.” What best? I can’t even find enough quality movies this year to put on a top five list. The only films that were even slightly unique and well written were “The Waitress,” “Zodiac” and the German film, “Lives of Others,” which once again proves why foreign films are intellectually superior to anything Hollywood’s brainiacs can even begin to conceive. In Hollywood a political thriller has to have the frenetic hand-held camera of a “Bourne Ultimatum” or a cast of Hollywood A-list hunks having to save the world. “Lives of Others” is a thriller that doesn’t have one gunshot fired, no chase scenes, no one saving the world save their own personal world. It tells the gripping story of how a handful of people survived living in East Germany during the Cold War, not in squalor or poverty but nicely middle class in telligencia but always being watched by the thought police of socialism where many Democratic presidential front runners of the United States want to take us. And yes, Hillary’s health plan sounds like that of Nurse Ratchet in “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.” Aye chee waa waa … how do you spell lobotomy?
Lots of my favorite Hollywood stars died last week. Teresa Brewer, whose “Till I Waltz Again With You” and dozens of other hits made her tops in pops in the 1950s. My sainted mother loved her as she reminded Mom of my sister-in-law, the former Patsy Serpa Valenzuela now Patsy Sepulveda of Hollister. But I have to add that not only is Patsy even more beautiful than Teresa Brewer she sings even better.
Joey Bishop, the last of the Sinatra Rat Pack to die, was also the funniest and wrote most of the other Rat Packers’ “ad libs.” I especially loved when he had his own live television show and found out it was going to be cancelled in a few months. On live TV he decided to quit two months early and as he walked off while cameras were rolling. He merely said, “I’m going to have dinner with my wife.” Oh, how I miss live television. Remember when Arthur Godfrey fired his singer Julias LaRosa on the air?
And then Deborah Kerr with her six Academy Award nominations for classy films that unlike most performances, including those who won, are all as fresh today as when they were produced. More next week on this great actress and real lady. Sir Laurence Olivier, who apparently failed to get into her bloomers, commented she was “Unreasonably chaste.” Thank God I grew up in Hollister and never met a girl like that.
Thought while not shaving this morning: I’m getting sick and tired of the controversy over same sex marriage. Hell, all that most of us want is some sex marriage. Aye chee waa waa.
