DONE

I’m done.   If I was younger and not handicapped I’d sell my house and run.  I’m happy now that I wasn’t appointed to the Arts Commission, because I would have to resign.  Bring on Mario’s morbid monuments – I couldn’t care less.  This is my last letter to the editor, my last criticism or praise for anything Vallejo.  My love for this place is over.  I won’t shop here or spend my money in local businesses. After what I saw in the eyes of Verda-Aliga last night I realized Vallejo means nothing more to me now than an address for my mail.

Good-bye.