Dearest Readers: This is Michael’s mom. I couldn’t wake him up
in time this morning, so he said I could write his column. I think
that’s what he said in between snoring as loud as his dad used
to.
Last night he came back to his apartment about 1 a.m. He said he
had been out fishing at a spot called Whiskey Creek. Michael sure
loves fishing so I thought that was so nice.
Dearest Readers: This is Michael’s mom. I couldn’t wake him up in time this morning, so he said I could write his column. I think that’s what he said in between snoring as loud as his dad used to.
Last night he came back to his apartment about 1 a.m. He said he had been out fishing at a spot called Whiskey Creek. Michael sure loves fishing so I thought that was so nice.
Yesterday afternoon, Michael skipped half a day of work to visit with a sick friend named Johnny. He called around lunch time and told me: “I’ll be at Johnny’s all afternoon if anyone needs to find me, unless it’s my boss. If he calls, tell him I’m working on a big story.” Michael has always been so kind in caring for his friends.
I am in visiting from Chicago, where I raised Michael from the time he was a little boy to the day he finally graduated from high school. He was voted by his classmates “Most Likely to be Jailed.” They were all such a bunch of jokesters.
Michael called me last week and asked me to bring the rest of his allowance for the year. He said he would invest it in a condo at a place called Bay Meadows. They even have horse riding there, he said, which sounds so nice.
Michael’s apartment is real nice. I was so pleased to see that his one lamp has a shade on it and the empty beer cans were stacked so neatly behind the couch.
I found a videotape called “Girls Gone Wild” in his VCR. He said he ordered it from National Geographic and it was about a tribe in a place in Mexico called Cancun. Michael is always trying to learn new things.
Michael drove me around Hollister in his car yesterday. The passenger side door fell off and one of the tires rolled away at a stop sign. He said some mean boys in a gang stole his car and he had to fight five of them at once to get it back. That wasn’t very nice of them.
We passed Michael’s bank, which is called The Vault. Michael said you can deposit money there on weekend nights even. Isn’t that nice – and so convenient.
Then we rode past City Hall. Michael said they put on a lot of song-and-dance routines there. That’s so nice to always entertain the people in town.
We also drove past the Sheriff’s office. Michael said the Sheriff lets him borrow his patrol car and ride around town with the lights flashing and siren on. You must have such a nice Sheriff. Michael’s dad wouldn’t let him drive the family car until he turned 30 years old back in Chicago.
There was a fellow in a nearby window peeking through his shades at us when we drove past. Michael said he is the district attorney. We waved but he quickly closed his blinds. Michael said he is allergic to the air in the courtrooms and can’t leave his office. Poor man. I hope he feels better.
We drove past a factory in the middle of town that Michael said will soon be a big sports bar. We tried to say hello to some of the workers there but they couldn’t hear a word we said. Michael said they blow a loud whistle during the summer to keep all the bugs out of the county. That is so nice of them.
Well, I better get back to Michael’s apartment and wake him up so he can tend to his friend Johnny.
I’ll be back out to visit over the Fourth of July.
Michael said there is a big Baker Rally here in Hollister. How nice that bakers come from all over the country that weekend.
I’ll be sure to bring along my best cake and pie for that one. And the rest of Michael’s summer allowance.
Please be nice to Michael while I’m gone. He has never been the same since his dad dropped him on his head when he was a baby.
Sincerely,
Michael’s Mom
