One election really matters
San Juan Bautista, my birthplace, makes election history in the
United States last Tuesday as it used a Geiger counter to count
votes. Unfortunately the counter for Geiger came up short and he
lost his bid to be treasurer of San Juan Bautista. Ironic though,
as he had more votes than San Juan Bautista has money. Aye chee waa
waa.
One election really matters
San Juan Bautista, my birthplace, makes election history in the United States last Tuesday as it used a Geiger counter to count votes. Unfortunately the counter for Geiger came up short and he lost his bid to be treasurer of San Juan Bautista. Ironic though, as he had more votes than San Juan Bautista has money. Aye chee waa waa.
Being the treasurer of San Juan Bautista, is almost as effective as crocheting condoms.
Did shoo-in candidate Jim West go south?
But now to the election where I agree with every one of your votes, the Pinnacle’s Best Of awards. The only category missing was best bar owner. I remember fondly the first time I met Charisse Tyson, owner of Johnny’s Bar and Grill. I told her “you make a great drink.” She responded, “That’s nice, Bob, because you make a great drunk.”
Who can disagree with winners Johnny’s Bar and Grill, Progresso Tamale Parlor, Maddux Jewelers, Muenzer’s Sporting Goods or doubt that the best margarita is not mixed in Margaritaville but at San Juan Bautista’s Doña Esther’s? Aye chee waa waa.
And my two favorite pizza places came in No. 1 and 2. I have always sung the praises of Hollister’s home-owned Roundtable Pizza but for bake your own, you can’t beat Papa Murphy’s pizza or calzones, not to be confused with Papa Murphy’s calsones.
When I lived in Hollister I loved on cool evenings to go to Papa Murphy’s and pick up a pizza or calzone, take it home, put it in the oven and let the fresh-baked aroma take me back to 1953 when I walked into my first pizza pie parlor. It was like living and going to heaven. When you bake your own Papa Murphy’s at home you know what I mean. Papa Murphy’s home-baked pizza in Hollister is as close as most of us will get to Heaven. Saint Papa Murphy.
Speaking of Heaven, I am so proud of my childhood chum John Amelio, the pastor of Glad Tidings Church in San Juan Bautista, which was once in the shadow of the mission but now the glow that makes San Juan Bautista’s soul shine.
Johnny came in second to pastors with congregations 50 times the size of his congregation. Growing up with Johnny I always knew he was going to do a lot of good in this old world. He was a fun guy, a typical teen growing up at the birth of rock ‘n’ roll, a talented singer but thankfully turned in rock for the rock of ages.
And I can attest to Johnny’s calling as he is the only one I know who has not given up on me. I will always let him preach to me as long as we’re in his kitchen and he’s fixing the best spaghetti this side of Spaghettiville, Italy. Praise the Lord and pass the meatballs.
Another Hollister holy man is Judge Harry Tobias, who is a close personal friend of the Pope. Judge, do you think you can get a papal dispensation and allow the local news photographer to take a shot of something besides the back of the heads of the accused who appear before you? The back of attorney Art Cantu’s head is fine. When he is D.A. we’ll see his mug mucho plenty. Aye chee waa waa.
Last week’s Quick Quiz was what monster film series did Clint Eastwood appear in and no, I didn’t mean that Meryl Streep picture. Clint appeared in 1955 in “Revenge of the Creature” in 3-D. Also in 1955, he played a jet pilot with one line in “Tarantula” where he has to destroy the giant spider or get demoted to tram operator at Universal Studios.
The Quick Quizzes have been way too easy so let me make this a little more difficult. In the James Bond film released last week what world famous iconic over-80-year-old character has a complete makeover?
Is anyone going to have the guts to tell that new eatery that their food is excellent, the ambience outstanding but the service needs the owner’s tips on serving so they can make more tips?
Love the continuing arguments about the annual motorcycle rally in Hollister. The problem is simple. It’s the gangs, the gangs of police. The only difference is that the police are costing the taxpayers of Hollister more money than the Hell’s Angels or Mongols.
Thank God political correctness is dead in Italy as the prime minister rejoices at Obama’s win with “He’s young, handsome and suntanned.”
