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EL VAQUERO, CYBERSPACE EDITION
compiled from the 10/27/95 issue of El Vaquero
Editors in Chief: Kris Laca & Wilson Solorzano
Cyberspace Editor: Brian Schwartz
Collision Causes Chaos, Injures Nine
Football Vaqs Outrun Pirates
Trick or Treat or Cyber Meet
COLUMN OF THE WEEK
Farewell to Funville
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COLLISION CAUSES CHAOS, INJURES NINE
A Glendale College student is listed in critical condition after her Jeep was broadsided by an out-of-control gardening truck at 7:26 on Wednesday morning.
The spectacular collision at the intersection of Verdugo Road and Mountain Street also involved a Metropolitan Transit Authority bus and a white Chevrolet truck. Nine persons were sent to local hospitals. Traffic was snarled in front of the college until midday.
Lorena Avantes, a 21-year-old Glendale College student, was sent to Huntington Memorial Hospital in Pasadena where she remained in a coma as of late Wednesday. Despite wearing a seat belt, she sustained two broken legs, two broken arms, a broken shoulder, two broken ribs and severe head injuries.
Sgt. Rick Young of the Glendale Police Department speculated that the 1968 flatbed truck, which was carrying tree trimmings, lost its brakes while going down the steep 11 percent grade on Mountain Street. By the time the truck ran a red light and careened into the busy intersection at Verdugo Road, it was moving at approximately 55 miles per hour.
The driver of the MTA bus heading north on Verdugo swerved in an attempt to avoid the accidentnearly tipping the crowded bus onto its side. Then the white Chevy truck rammed into the rear of the red gardening truck.
The Glendale Fire Department was dispatched to the accident at 7:33 a.m., according to Glendale Fire Department Batalion Chief Don Biggs. The fire department used the jaws of life to extract Avantes from the twisted remains of her vehicle.
According to Sgt. Young of the GPD, the driver of the gardening truck indicated that he knew his 27-year-old vehicle had brake problems and that it exceeded the steep street¹s 6000-pound weight limit. The driver, 38-year-old Jose Velez, was booked on suspicion of felony assault. He was also briefly hospitalized for a fractured arm and neck and back pain.
The intersection at Verdugo and Mountain has long been considered one of the city¹s busiest and most dangerous. It was the site of 25 accidents in 1994.
Nars Del Rosario
FOOTBALL VAQS OUTRUN PIRATES
Ventura College's Pirates did not pillage or plunder at Glendale Community College¹s Homecoming game on Saturday. Holding true to form, GCC outscored the Pirates 14-3 in the fourth quarter en route to the 20-9 victory.
The win came at a price: quarterback Greg Marquez dislocated and broke two bones in his left arm in the first quarter, having completed only one pass in three attempts for 12 yards. Marquez will miss the rest of the season, according to Glendale coaches.
Freshman running back Rahsaan Harrison gathered 80 yards in 11 carries. Along with Ramon Archie, who ran for 72 yards in 11 carries and one touchdown, the Glendale ground attack averaged slightly under four yards per play, with 143 yards total.
By the end of the half, Vaquero sophomore Anthony Perico had answered the scores, hitting a pair of field goals of his own, including a season long 47-yarder, and a 38-yard kick with 23 seconds left on the clock.
Archie scored from 25 yards out with 7:18 remaining to seal the 20-9 win, improving GCC's record to two wins, four losses. The win also gave GCC a 1-0 record in division play.
"We tried to look at Ventura's game as the beginning of a new season for us," said Cicuto. "We're playing for a division championship."
Today GCC will travel to Bakersfield College to take on a Renegade football program which has historically been a titan. The Vaqueros are 5-15-1 against Bakersfield since 1930. The Renegades are 4-3-1 against Glendale through the past decade, and last year Bakersfield beat the Vaqs 26-16 in what coaches called a "heart-breaker."
TRICK OR TREAT OR CYBER MEET
Halloween is considered a child's holiday. The kids dress up, they go from house to house and grown-ups give them candy for it. I think we adults are missing out here.
You guys can't fool me. I know many of you dress up and go out trick-or-treating with your friends. C'mon, don't deny it. I know you do it, you know you do it, and your neighbors know you do it.
So let's get serious here. If you are planning to dress up this year, and let's face it, you probably are, let me give you a few tips. Never trick-or-treat in your own neighborhood.
Are you crazy or something? Someone may recognize you. This may not seem like a big deal to some of you, but just think, next year, someone may ask you to take their kids out trick-or-treating. Would you really be able to tell them you had plans, then show up at their door, bag in hand, waiting for candy?
You should go to a more prominent neighborhood anyway. That's where the real good candy is handed out. Some people even give out money.
Oh, now you are paying attention. You should really try going out to Beverly Hills. I know, I know, you probably have already tried that. But a friend of mine told me the secret to getting the "good houses." Between my friends, they made $300 and enough candy to last each of them until January. And that's the good candy too. Not just the mini Hershey's candies, we're talking major Mars action here, babes.
But if chocolate binges and major cash isn't your thing, you can always sit at home and hand it out to the little kiddies. You can eat all the candy you want, and you don't even have to work for it. Of course, you will have to find a way to keep the kids off your porch.
What you do is make your porch so evilly scary that no one under the age of 15 will dare to come near. You will have a few who would like to consider themselves brave, but they are easily deterred. Just send them packing.
Of course, if candy doesn't do it for you, and you don't need the extra money (yeah right) you can always spend Halloween online. Yeah, I know, it seems a little strange, but I am hosting an online party for LNX on Halloween night at 8:30 p.m. (blatant plug). I can't understand why. Maybe it was the toll booth I had set up at the end of the block. Hey, I made a solid $50 that night.
FAREWELL TO FUNVILLE
(Cyber-Editor¹s Note: Hugh-John Fleming is a former editor-in-chief of the El Vaquero and was a regular contributing through last semester.)
I have always wanted to write that to you, you wonderful guy, you made it possible for me to use yet another worn cliché. So howzithangin' man? I realize it has been quite some time since we had a chance to break bread or pop a cork but I have adopted a new life. This new life does not allow as much fun time as my old one.
First and foremost, I am in love. Very much in love. I was subjected to the piutfalls and foibles of a blind date and came out of the process with a woman so incredible, wonderful, generous and loving, I swear I probably used up what luck I had left and I am on my own for the rest of my life. She plays golf and loves food and cares about people and I just cannot believe I met her. I am the luckiest son-of-a-blowtorch in the whole freakin' world.
That alone is almost more than I can handle. But it doesn't stop there. You wanna talk change? Well, buddy, I am sittin in an office whacking away at this overpriced calculator, killing the last half-hour of the day before I go home. That is correct, Mr. Lyon, I have a normal job. I sit in an office and make phone calls and go to lunch and have meetings and talk to people. I also get to go home at night and my weekends off. It's as if they think I'm a normal human being. Go figure.
It is an interesting task imagining my personage behind a genuine wood-grain veneer desk with baskets and paperclips, as well as a considerable amount of paperwork piled ever so neatly. And I am almost clueless as to what to do with all this stuff.
I am a public relations specialist. It is a long title that carries with it very little weight. I am a glorified assistant to the Director of Development and Public Relations. My boss, an old freind, recruited me for this job.
Here I was all set to run away to college, at some wonderful non-Los Angeles location, and I end up working for one of the oldest charities in the country, five minutes from Downtown. You walk out the front door and there sits Dodger Stadium. No matter how hard I try to get out of this viscous cespool of humanity it just sucks me back in.
John, will I ever leave this congested Metro-plax? Am I doomed to a life of traffic, high rent, strip malls and air you can chew nine months out of the year? Does any of this have anything to do with the "Big Picture?" If so, where is the Big Picture? In some Big Museum or a grandiose coffee table book?
Maybe I'll finally be able to leave this town when I find the Big Picture. So. I'm stuck here for at least another year. Could be worse. I've moved. Found the cutest damn little guest house in a quiet neighborhood. I fall asleep now to the sounds of cats tearing each others lungs out instead of the ring of gunfire and rap music. And my girlfriend can come and stay at my place. After describing my last apartment, and roommate, she was less than enthusiastic about the prospect of spending an evening in my final hell-hole. You must admit it would be hard to pursue romantic intentions while your roomey is watching yet another seemingly endless NHL match-up.
So it's new digs for me and the cats.. And privacy É ohh, blessed privacy. No more locking up the leftover pizza. If I buy a half dozen apples, I get to eat a half dozen apples.
So where am I going with this?
All these changes have pointed something out to me: The crazier my life gets (don't get me wrong, "crazy" usually means "interesting") the more I long for those days of chasing down faculty and staff for quotes that are printable and late nights of picking headlines and wondering if we have enough copy to fill eight or twelve pages. Waiting to get on a computer so I can finish my column. I honestly miss all that crap.
Most of all, I miss the bunch of you. All of you. When like-minded, creative people are put together with the express purpose of creating and assembling a product of mass consumption, you get a group of loonies like we had. And what did this group of degenerate, pseudo-intellectual yahoos do best, you may ask? Well, we were damn good at having fun. We also put out a damn good school newspaper on the odd occasion. I miss all those odd occasions.
I miss going to school! My elders were all correct. They told me to cherish my youth. When I went back to school, and started hanging out with the bunch of you, I got to be a kid all over again.
I gotta stop by the news room one of these Thursday afternoon/evenings and give you all a hard time. I think I may have prattled on enough. I don't want to get depressed, especially because I have no right to be. Like I said, I am the luckiest you-know-what on the planet. Lucky to have known and have worked with all of you.
Kiss an El Vaquero for me.
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See ya next week...
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