Though I live in Las Vegas, I come from a rather large family that has history in Imperial Valley, namely the Michael’s. I think my grandmother arrived in 1916 or so, and living in Brawley and Westmoreland, among other areas, I was also destined to visit GM & GP from time to time. My mother never was a fan of anything Mexican, though I sort of liked the music and would be scolded for tuning it in on the car radio. My aunt and uncle ran the first cotton gin in Mexicali, and later on, truth be known, my future bride lived most of her life in Mexicali, though actually born in Jalisco (we’ve been married for 30 years now).
Surprisingly, one of her uncles (Daniel Cobian) from Autlan, was good friends with my late Uncle Rob Michael; a fact that was revealed once while visiting my wife’s relatives there. As a kid, I didn’t much agree with the heat and humidity of IV, but now much older, I appreciate my links and sense of historical heritage.
Okay, after the essay, that’s not really the reason I wrote this email. I think it’s curious that you don’t have an opinion or letters page in your paper; or at least, in the internet edition. Maybe you had one once, but got so many diatribes that you quit having one, but I think the time has come to have an opinion page and commentary blog again. Granted, you’d have to deal with mind wandering deadbeats like myself, but it’d have to lend so much more spice than the police blog in Imperial Valley. really! I mean holy cow, kids jumping on a car hood, loud music in an alley, dirtbiker kicking up sand… If that was the gig here in Vegas, I’d have to say that the world finally went comatose insane.
Maybe it’d be nice if the world’s problems were as tame as IV, no murders, wrecks, shootings…just the occasional errant dunebuggy fist fight at Glamis or plain fist fight in the El Centro movie house. Born in Caos here in Las Vegas, maybe things in Holtville and its western horizons are looking up. KEPP UP THE GOOD WORK!
an all admiring reader,
Charlie Michael in Las Vegas