Uncle Donnie likes to watch a little cable TV now and then. You know, shows with leprechauns, pygmies or wee fellows, whatever! I see shows about obesity, obscenity,oviparous animals(read:from eggs) as well as viviparous (read:not from eggs). Cable has it all, right? From the spectacular to the sublime, you know what I mean? Sometimes I watch Animal Planet or the Discovery Channel I'm a fan of the Food Network, especially when they are cookin' Italiano, but lately, My Trophy Wife Betty has been watching this new show called "Real Housewives of Estacada", which Uncle D. finds interesting on account of we used to live there some time ago. The problem, though, was when we lived there people would kid us. You know, break some balls about us livin' in "Meth-tacada",or "Mess-tacada", even "Mex-tacada", whattaya gonna do? We lived there for a few years, it was a nice spot down by the river, we loved it, end of story. O.K., so what if the name Estacada, from it's Indian origin,
meant women without teeth? I mean, fuggetaboudit! So there wasn't many dentists who
lived there. That's probably where Abscess-tacada got it's start, right?
They used to say, "It's a small rural town just like family, one big family," right? So... Welcome to Incest-acada! Oh, that's funny, give me a break, Marone, I can't take much more of this. Then they would call it "Insect-acada", or "Infest-acada", "molest-acada", "pest-acada", or anything else that came to their minds. I mean, some of these jokesters were no rocket surgeons, capisci?
Anyways, now we live somewhere else on 16th Ave, and to think Uncle D. used to
live on Starr Rd. in Estacada. Can you believe it? How far the mighty have fallen, from a star to just another number. Whattaya gonna do?
Ciao,
Donnie
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