Subject: . . . living in Napa Valley
Date: Mon. November 14, 2005
From: Victoria
Martinez Revheim
I've been living in Napa Valley for about 15 years.
I have 2 children, a stepdaughter who is 21 and a son who is 11
years old.
For the past ten years I've been working for Kaiser Permanente (Oakland
office) and also spend a lot of time volunteering for my
son's activities.
P.S. I think you should add chocolate chip to question six and swimming
to question 7.
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Subject: . . . The Armona Girls
Date: Sat. June 14, 2005
From: Armona Girl
The Armona Girls, are not only girls from Armona, but the original
Girls. Read between the lines and you may find some truth, or just
pick and choose. It’s my own special bus reality. Armona riders,
remember Leon? Smiling Jack? Oh, oh and the Glooks?
It’s been quite awhile since my last installment. Where to
begin? And I’ll make it my true endeavor to use spellchecker
this time; I’m still suffering from dyslexia.
It’s come to my attention that I neglected one of my old pals
by omitting her “bio”. So, I’ll combine an update
of the others and add MM’s with it.
MM is still in Hanford. The only one . . . She’s
happily married, one daughter, and has a load of grandkids. This
next bit of confidential information needs to be brought out into
the open. And I, my friends, don’t have the kind of ethics
that would prevent me from doing so. Shortly after high school,
while living in a trailer park in the Midwest, MM
was abducted by aliens. Not the kind that we’re used to here
in California, but the kind that show up in shiny disk from the
sky. You may remember the write up that was in the Enquirer magazine,
Nov. 1988, pg. 2. It was the article between the story of the 200
lb. cat and the story of Elvis living in New Mexico. MM
doesn’t like to be reminded of her time with the Klingons
and through extensive therapy, has once again become a useful member
of society. If anyone happens to run into her at oh say, Wal-Mart
and she seems to be acting strangely, like standing motionlessly
ogling fish while licking her lips, just smile and say hi. She still
retains some of their language and battle moves, but all in all,
she’s fairly normal. We, her and I, refer to that sad time
as the “wonder years”. Today MM has
a booth at the Monday sale yard selling Star Trek memorabilia. If
you run into her there and she’s wearing the gold uniform
top, best refer to her as “Captain” or can really set
her off.
Long life and prosperity old friend. P.S. e-mail me Mike.
Okay Updates:
Louie has moved to another coastal town closer
to the P.G.& E. plant, where she conducts hideously obscure
experiments on birds that have been killed due to electrical wiring.
It’s been reported that she’s a Bahama Momma this summer.
Several eye witnesses have reported seeing her parasailing in a
leopard thong. Remember the sun block! And Louie, if you run into
Jaws while snorkeling, I’ll be expecting some shark steaks
for my freezer.
Live life lively old friend
CKN, Mom, still doing the “mom” thing
with her litter in Arkansas. Still making the homemade wine in the
bathtub and playing spoons with the band. She’s sold the truck
stop though; it was just too much with all the youngers and all.
It’s amusing to listen to her accent. Big news for Ma, she
has a patent pending on a tick and chigger repellent for poultry
and seems to be fairly sane. Then again, what the hell do I know?
Remain fruitful my friend.
*baby, still living on the prairie. Still making
those Indian love bead necklaces, and herding prairie dogs. She’s
now taking some R-n-R from her mission of building bitchin fire
trucks; really she’s a virtual public servant. She’s
still crazy after all these years, yet the sanest person I know.
Then once again, what the hell do I know? All in all, she’s
still kicking which is better than the alternative. We still talk
and laugh for hours on the phone and she really enjoys getting e-mails.
In fact, it’s rumored that she is an underwear fashion consultant
to a certain displaced Iraqi despot. Along with being fan club coordinator
for “Friends of Michael Jackson” she stays busy. This
is possibly a little known fact, she is absolutely fascinated by
reading individual political views, so e-mail her and ask a personal
question or ten. Trust me; she’s better than Dear Abby. prairierainstar@mybluelight.com
You’re welcome and think deep Pal!
Me, I’m surviving. And sober at the moment.
Thus ends the Armona Girl update. Views expressed
outside of this commentary are no concern of mine. Furthermore,
any views express, by me, while under the influence of Liquid Novocain
may be redundantly inconsistent and or unrealistic. All comments
may be taken in the spirit in which they were given. And are there
any old Armonians still out there? Phone home!
