Welcome to the boondoggle rally
Hollister taxpayers, I want you to go to the phone right now and
call a local hooker or hookee and tonight do to them what the
Hollister City Council is doing to you.
More next week on Measure T; T for T-shirt as Hollister’s
T-shirt-gate is much more than just losing the shirt off your back.
They lost how much? $96,279 and counting! Aye chee waa waa.
Welcome to the boondoggle rally
Hollister taxpayers, I want you to go to the phone right now and call a local hooker or hookee and tonight do to them what the Hollister City Council is doing to you.
More next week on Measure T; T for T-shirt as Hollister’s T-shirt-gate is much more than just losing the shirt off your back. They lost how much? $96,279 and counting! Aye chee waa waa.
I thought the L.A. Times was wrong as usual when I read the headline about the death last week of a U.S. Civil War soldier’s wife. Now I know I graduated from Hollister High and my math is not as gooder as my English but didn’t the U.S. Civil War end around 1865? Say the soldier joined at 18 years old. If he lived until now he would be over 150 years old. So how could that story about his widow just passing away last week make any sense? He married her when he was 83 and she was 19. His friends warned him that his honeymoon night could cause a heart attack and he replied, “if she dies, she dies.” Aye chee waa waa.
There are some people you can never believe as ever being dead. John O’Brien personifies that. Hollister’s favorite son is more alive dead than those of us still breathing and daring to be bored with life. If ever you should walk into Johnny’s Bar and Grill and toast anyone, now is the time. And if all you have is one drink but hear a voice from the empty barstool next to you telling you one of the biggest whoppers ever, then you have been blessed as I have many a time by John O’Brien.
The answer to last week’s pop quiz was the Rev. Howell Forgy. As chaplain at Pearl Harbor he coined the phrase as the Japanese sneak attack raged, “praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.” Later he became a pastor in Hollister and he was one of the most insightful religious men I have ever known.
When I was planning to leave another church I made an appointment with him as I was interested in joining his congregation. After a great hour’s discussion his answer surpassed the wisdom of Solomon. “Bob, I loved talking with you but I don’t want you in my church as in a few months you would be leaving it as no church will ever satisfy your insatiable need to question everything. ” Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition … he had the Lord and the ammunition and I have the scars to prove it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first or last time I have been rejected.
This week’s pop quiz: How many weeks did “How the West Was Won” in Cinerama play in San Jose, just a short drive from Hollister? Here in Hollywood the biggest box office grosser of 1963 played 97 weeks. Longer than most Hollywood marriages.
Sunday morning I waddled down the street to the Hollywood Cinerama Dome along with every granddad, son and grandchild in Hollywood to relive the experience, some for the first time, of the grandest Western ever in three-projector Cinerama. The Hollywood Cinerama Dome is one of only three theaters in the world still capable of showing the granddaddy of wide screen.
Russ Tamblyn, the star of “West Side Story” and “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers,” was there with his daughter, Amber, who is now more famous than Russ. But Russ was happy to be anywhere as he stated that most of his costars in “How the West Was Won” were now stars in the heavens; John Wayne, Spencer Tracy, Henry Fonda, Gregory Peck, George Peppard, Robert Preston, Lee J. Cobb, Walter Brennan, James Stewart, Richard Widmark and six-time Academy Award-winning director John Ford.
Speaking of great directors, I got a sneak preview of Gordon Machado’s ode to the class of Hollister High 1958 movie. Four thumbs up. If Gordon Machado can get a Gilroy graduate to stand up and sing the Baler fight song, “On Ye Balers,” then he can do anything; and he usually does. That is why when anyone in Hollister wants anything done they call on Gordon Machado. Next time you see Gordon give him a big hug. He’s a great hugger. Don’t ask me how I know. Aye chee waa waa.
Thought while not shaving: As has always been the case in my lifetime, the best man for the job is a woman. And she’s not a lawyer!
