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Speak Out
Dueling couple brought smiles
We just wanted to say how much we enjoyed the "banter" between Phil and Sandy regarding their vacation! It brought many smiles and much laughter--in ways that many of us can relate to. Thank you for sharing!
Carol and Peter Sandman
Los Gatos
Has The Resident stooped to airing family disputes?
After reading "Spiritual one presented a one-sided case" in the Aug. 16 issue of the Willow Glen Resident, I can only assume that The Resident is becoming desperate for something to print. To think that our community newspaper has become a vehicle in which to air personal family disputes is beyond me.
I am thankful that I missed Sandy Sims' column on Aug. 9. Mr. Sims has given readers more than enough detail in his letter about his vacation with Mrs. Sims to make me wish I had left my copy of The Resident on my front sidewalk where it was baking in the hot sun.
It would be in everyone's best interest if Mr. and Mrs. Sims would practice their communication skills with each other, face to face and in the privacy of their own home. I doubt that readers of this newspaper are interested in what Mr. Sims is withholding from his beloved, anniversary present or otherwise.
Carrie Maietta
Richards Ave.
Just Doing the Man Thing
My neighbor, Sandy Sims, reported in this newspaper how her husband did what is essentially the man thing recently on a motor trip in New England. In not wanting to be diverted from the goal of reaching the next stop to look at some posies, he was demonstrating on a macro scale of the highway, what is seen smaller scale every day in most homes.
I do not like going shopping with my wife because with one exception she demonstrates the same lack of concentration in getting the job done. When I want to buy a new pair of shoes, I go to the mall and get them and do not examine skis, barbecue grills or unoccupied lingerie.
The store designers know what works from studies that make them cater to the majority, which is why you see women's clothes all over the place near the entrances, and which is why buying a pair of men's shoes takes three and a half hours when a spouse accompanies a man of purpose. The blouses, the skirts, the frocks, the low-backed and low-fronted gowns on undernourished mannequins.
I tell my wife she should get one of the latter for New Year's Eve. It has been 25 years since we went out on New Year's Eve, but if your wife puts one of those on, who wants to go out for the night? At our place the pattern is nightgown and robe at 9 o'clock, a light eggnog at 10 and watch the rest of the world celebrate until the new year comes in and then stagger off to bed.
I mentioned one exception to the typical man attitude and that is when we go to the supermarket. When we take an excursion to renew the milk supply and maybe pick up a few odds and ends, she can walk through the bakery department without even batting an eye.
For me the goods there have a magnetic field comparable only to that of my recliner when we get home and my ancient bones are screaming for peace and rest. Oh, those beautifully roasted cakes, those cookies, those scones, those muffins, that manna from Heaven!
If I am alone, I always yield to temptation. I will take home a slice of chocolate cake and she can get our dessert for three days out of it. The miracle of the loaves and the fishes is a routine matter with her.
I think the math experts would regard the marriage relationship as a fractal, the geometry of chaos, which can be described only with nonlinear equations. Like the climate, its course will never be predictable except on a short-term basis because of the variables of personality, mental state, general health and the situation..
But, basically, we men have our eyes on goals and the shortest trip there is the best. We save time, which is what life is made of. If the flowers are to be smelled along the way, that is a feminine prerogative, and leave us out of it.
Dick Barrett
Santa Maria Ave.
Where's the money for our bumpy roads?
It seems ironic to me that we are paying the highest price for gas and are driving on the worst streets. Many of the streets in Willow Glen are in deplorable condition. Driving Pine Ave. from Leigh down to Bird is like being on a rollercoaster, Bird from Pine to 280 is one massive pothole and Lincoln between Coe and San Carlos is full of ruts. I thought our tax money was to be used for street repair. It's great that the sidewalks and curbs are repaired. But now, who do we have to put dynamite under to get the streets fixed?
Richard N. Stafetas
Coastland Ave.
Here's a cause to get behind
Do you regard your telephone as a luxury and, therefore, should be taxed as one? I certainly don't. Yet all of us are paying such a tax that was levied on telephones 102 years ago, before any but 103-year-olds were born!
Hello?
That's right. Such a tax was passed by Congress in 1898 to support the Spanish-American War. And this tax has never been repealed. There is just a chance that it could be, if enough of us put the pressure on our senators to see that H. R. 3916, "The Telephone Excise Tax Repeal," is passed by the Senate. It has already been passed by the House.
Vern Hansen
Los Gatos
Correction
The three women who appeared in a photograph accompanying the "Walking for a Cure" story in the Aug. 32 issue of the Resident were incorrectly identified. They are, from left to right, Nan Bartholomew, Jean Myers and Carol Fitting. The Resident regrets the error.
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