Thanks to those alert informants that took the time to write or call me. I know there are more of you out there but we’re off to a good start, so keep it up.  Onward…

Lets get the atonements out of the way first shall we? I received a telephone call from a senior, and apparently one of the more persnickety members, of the Tahoe Sipping Club mentioned in my last column. She reminded me that their official name is The Chamber’s Landing Awesome Sipping Society. These older Chamber’s Landing folk are so particular. As an honorary member you’d think I’d know this but you see, we Dollar Pointers don’t go much for semantics. Consider the record straightened.

Update from the Middle Ages…

More on the infamous Medieval Pumpkins soccer team item. Seems proud pumpkin, Jordan Bergero, is credited with coming up with the name. Says Coach Stu Symonds, “Most Interesting Name, yes. Most Disturbing Name, no. We’re just a bunch of old pumpkins.” Stu says he likes the kids to choose their own name and apparently the majority ruled with the Medieval Pumpkins. Orange jerseys sparked the pumpkin idea and Jordan’s dad, Andres, says that Jordan got the “Medieval” idea from a Game Cube game. And who says video games stifle the imagination? So there you go-great pumpkin mystery solved.  Watch for the Medieval Pumpkins to squash the competition.

Telephone anyone?….

The first (and possibly last if folks don’t start writing in) Who’s On 1^st award goes to my daughter (to be referred to in any future columns as “the girl”). Explaining that I am currently working for a company by the name of Neil & Associates she asked if I make hamburgers.  Naturally confused, I asked why would I be making hamburgers? Her reply: “You said you work for Meal & Associates.”  You want fries with that?

A Enea by any other name..

The news that Sergeant Rich Enea, (pronounced Eh, knee ya. Takers? Anyone?)  one of Clayton’s finest for the past 14 years, will be turning in his badge this December and retiring to Crescent City, is causing a bit of a panic amongst our less informed town folk who cannot fathom the idea of going Enea-less. Fear not good citizens. Rich Enea Jr., sworn in this past May, is on the streets, ensuring us many more years of quality Enea service.  And I hear that Sergeant Jason Russo and his wife just had a baby boy so we’ve already begun the possible next generation of Clayton’s boys in blue. Relax folks, we’re in good hands.

Police Stories continued…

For an “only in San Francisco” item, I read recently that Baghdad by the Bay is having trouble with a gentleman referred to as Naked Yoga Guy. George Davis, a self-professed naturist, has apparently been dropping trou in high tourist areas like Fisherman’s Wharf and giving, in addition to an eyeful, demonstrations of his naked yoga technique and lifestyle choice, which of course is nudism. Oh, I guess he also has a book on the subject. What’s the trouble you ask? Apparently being naked on the Streets of San Francisco is not a crime so long as it does not involve “lewd conduct”, obstruction of traffic or Karl Malden. Perhaps Naked Yoga Guy could be put to work as a traffic cop. He won’t need a whistle and a stop sign to get noticed.

Market Mania…

Vigilant informant, Mrs. C, reports on the on-going reorganization taking place at our local Safeway. Seems the juggling and shifting of goods is starting to raise the hackles of more than a few shoppers. A mother was overheard saying to her young daughter “If we can’t find the cake mix and frosting I guess there won’t be a birthday cake.” The tears produced by this comment caused some quick backpedaling on the part of mom in addition to an explanation on humor. Another gentleman, very much in danger of losing his “gentle” social position, exclaimed, “Safeway has ruined my life! I can’t find anything!” What’s next, aisle rage? Watch out for a drive by Pop-Tarting.

Sprechen Sie….das Bier?

According to this paper, (and authentic Fraeulein, Effie Cartan, who claims to have experienced a few minutes of genuine homesickness whilst in the beer tent) our recent Oktoberfest was a big success. Blindsided by a sudden craving for a bratwurst last Saturday, I fully intended to join the masses in said das Bier tent but unfortunately our weekend was once again chock full of “prior commitments” so if any other Oktoberfest-er has a good story, pass it along. Hopefully The Fest will return. There’s no question about my yen for a brat. And if you good folks with the CBCA need help interviewing potential St. Pauli Girls for next year you know how to reach me.  Bitte? Bitte schoen?

See you next time. Prost!