July started with oodles of legal and illegal fireworks and ends
with a festival honoring the stinky rose. What a fun month to live
in Gilroy!
And, already time for my month end wrap up
…
First, eight things I just CAN’T believe about Santa Teresa:
I can’t believe that it’s only been torn up for a year. Seems
like 10.
July started with oodles of legal and illegal fireworks and ends with a festival honoring the stinky rose. What a fun month to live in Gilroy!
And, already time for my month end wrap up …
First, eight things I just CAN’T believe about Santa Teresa:
I can’t believe that it’s only been torn up for a year. Seems like 10.
I can’t believe that it’ll be done in three months.
I can’t believe it’s ahead of schedule.
I can’t believe that I didn’t notice the “constrution” sign until a Dispatch reader pointed it out.
I can’t believe that there haven’t been more accidents during the construing and rerouting! I’ve seen locals make some incredulous driving goofs every time those in charge zag the traffic in a new direction.
I can’t believe that all of our Garlic Festival non-locals are going to make it through this traffic gauntlet in any kind of timely manner. Too bad the road couldn’t have been at least partially paved before 100,000 visitors trek to our world renown party.
I can’t believe that (after 21 years in this house on this street) I actually have to read the street signs to know where to turn off of Santa Teresa. Thanks to the Ticky-Tacky ten foot wall, Welburn looks just like Mantelli and Longmeadow. Maybe the promised landscaping will give us some landmarks. Until then, make sure those street signs are swinging free and brightly lit!
I can’t believe that they’ll let South Valley Bank customers turn left but won’t let home owners turn left on El Dorado.
I’ve heard that women are like wine in that they get better with age. I’ve also heard that women whine more as they age. Hmmmmm. I better change the subject before you realize how old I’m getting. I’ll close with a quote from our pastor: “All right already! Just pave it. Stripe it. And, we’ll drive it!”
Second, a huge congratulations to the Dispatch for it’s First Place Excellence Award.
Dare I admit on these pages that we dropped our subscription when the last owners stripped it down to a few pages and started delivering it in the afternoon?
When the paper returned to a morning edition, added a Saturday paper and started including more local news, features, and some great splashes of humor – we signed up again.
I especially like the Red Phone – so many problems solved, so much information shared and such a great sense of fun.
Colleen Valles has done a great job of reinventing the Lifestyles section – I especially loved her gardening columns. As the Queen of Brown Thumbs myself, I was encouraged by her results.
And Mark Derry, old as dirt in Dispatch years, is busy mentoring a whole new group of reporters and editors.
Kudos to the whole team. It’s better than ever!
Third, how about this weather? Triple digits have scared away all our rain drops, mild temps and nice breezes. I know some of you are jumping up and down in your tank tops yelling, “It’s about time!” The rest of us are hiding out in houses, movie theaters, and stores until the sun slips behind Hecker Pass.
In addition to the almost-national heat wave, the folks in Florida and Texas had to deal with the fury of Emily and Dennis. I’m amazed at the resilience of folks who rebuild homes and businesses year after year. Our thoughts and prayers are with them.
Last, even though I never met Mike Mathiasen, I’m saddened at our community’s loss.
I read his enthusiastic letter to the editor just days before he died. It caught my attention because his bike trip was raising money for Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma – the type of cancer I battled. I was touched to read about his efforts and totally impressed with the energy he was willing to invest.
I noticed that his family asked that donations be made to Leukemia-Lymphoma groups in lieu of flowers for his funeral. That means that even in death, he “worked” for a cure.
Mike’s life reminds me of the words of George Bernard Shaw, “I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live.”
