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SARKO IN THE CITY |
| November 2nd, 2006 |
100 Again
Fund-raisers, social events, and birthday parties have become
so common along the coast that they all seem to blend together and become unimportant.
I personally want to stand up and applaud Mayor Don Webb, city manager
Homer Bladau, and all the other city officials and volunteers that made
this celebration truly memorable. At the risk of sounding a little bit Orange
Coast snobby, this event had the feel of a locals only, small town affair.
Obliviously the 91 express corridor to the beach was vacant and the oceanfront
dwellers lifted their shades to let the post-summer sun fill their living spaces
with the sounds of Sugar Ray, Dick Dale and the Del Tones, Common
Sense, Billy Vera and the Beaters, and the multitude of other bands performing
the musical riffs from mid-afternoon well into the evening.
Boo-Hoo
It is with great sadness that I must report the demise of what has become a Saturday morning ritual along our Coast. The corporate powers that be have decided to drive away the millions of dollars worth of cars that have gathered each weekend at Crystal Cove. This dedicated group of automotive aficionados would meet each Saturday morning at 7 a.m., line up at Starbucks or Pacific Whey to grab a little energy and nourishment, then proceed to spend the next two hours, chatting, bragging, and discussing the benefits of a Ferrari over a Lamborghini. My friend and restaurateur, Jeff Reuter, has stepped up and offered his parking lot at 3Thirty3 for a few of us diehards that want to stay local and show off our rides. Joining the inaugural outing were Bill Peterson (Renault Jolly), Don Christy, Jr. (1959 Eldorado Convertible), Damon Bennett (1965 Mustang), Lee West, Ron Newman (1947 Woody), Val Santos, Victor Avila (Black Bart, a custom Studebaker hot rod), Jay Meehan, Jerry Bartow with grandson, Lear, Steve and Kaysee Ferguson, Doug and Kirsten Rugg, and Chris Schwartz driving his recently restored Amphicar.
Quack-Quack
The Samuelis