How’s this for an alternative column title:
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Morgan Hill Police Commander Investigates Don Pedro
Houseboats!
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How’s this for an alternative column title: “Morgan Hill Police Commander Investigates Don Pedro Houseboats!”?
Yes, I thought it might be a little too tabloid. Again, we go to the “It’s a Small World” theme after vacationing at Lake Don Pedro this past weekend.
Believing our group was finding the outer reaches of California civilization by cruising up to Moccasin Point to check out the really big house boats (our 50-footer was seeming a bit crowded after two days and 10 people): I hear a familiar voice behind me, “Mary Anne, is that you?”
I’m thinking this could be good or this could be bad. If it’s my college roommate coming to collect that skirt I borrowed in ’88, I think I finally donated it, and the wheels are turning to come up with an excuse.
The good news was the voice belonged to Carol Carr of San Martin. Surrounded by her friends from their annual girl’s houseboating trip, Carol laughed at the small world thing, too.
Off-season houseboating is more popular than I thought. Terri Booten, Morgan Hill Police Commander, stepped through the crowd to investigate the coincidence. “Oh, you know Angela?”… and so went the social bingo game for a few minutes. The ladies recapped their weekend to me explaining the usual houseboating activities such as dominoes, backgammon, eating, reading, drinking, cards, eating, playing music reeeaaallly loud and not caring if their family doesn’like “The Best of Barry Manilow.” This was a weekend for the ladies.
Carol admitted catching up on her magazine subscriptions with a methodology of “read and throw, read and throw.” Delighted to pose for South Valley Newspapers on the luxury house boat, one of the ladies quipped, “oh good, now my husband might believe me when I say we went houseboating!” Carol’s last request was stated jokingly, “Remember, Mary Anne, what happens at Don Pedro stays at Don Pedro.”
Remember readers, what gets said before the statement, “this is off the record” is fair game. 😉
Speaking of fair … the price of gasoline shocked us houseboaters as we tallied up the gas receipts for the weekend. To ease the pain, a Modesto Valero gas station had an amusing antidote. Outside the station store, we found Hector Loya in a tuxedo playing a night club act on his portable keyboard. Times are weird, but go with it.
Ciao for now.
