With all the commotion going on in town I decided it was time Catalina’s very own version of Page Six  went on-line, except our web designer went AWOL, well, O.K., we don’t actually have a web designer yet, but I just know one is bound to show up here any day!  And to those residents of our fair town who like to call my little literary endeavor “Catalina Cattiness” -- just remember I know your names.  RR

 

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Of course our first shout-out goes to our very own Catalina hometown soldier, NashCarey,

who manages to still keep in touch all the way from Iraq.  Well done Nash!  Your intrepid reporter can hardly manage to type the words September 11^th.  Nightmares still haunt her.  She knows somehow or other (she is a little confused on this point) your being in Iraq is related to that day, and you have her unending gratitude.  All of Catalina and America keep you in our thoughts and wish Godspeed you home to us soon.

 

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When you get here, be prepared for the big changes in town.  The place is abuzz with chatter about the big rush-rush hush-hush construction project going up outside of town.  Trucks are moving day and night.   

 

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 In an effort to discover what the heck is going on, your reporter drove out to the site, ignoring the shoot to kill signs.  Guess whom she ran into as soon as she hopped out of the car?  Our Sheriff, taking statements about two men who had been prowling around the place just the night before!  Too bad the freshly poured cement had dried so they left no footprints.  The Sheriff said one of the perpetrators seemed to know what he was doing, but the other was sort of a bumbling fool.  No suspects yet, another town mystery to solve!

 

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Being physically blocked by the Sheriff from looking around the site, watch out who you call “little lady” there big guy, your reporter found her car would not start.  Forgot to change the dang battery in the ignition kill switch.  Driving back into town the Sheriff refused to answer any questions about the construction, but he did offer a juicy tidbit.  Seems someone complained about the noise being generated by the raucous hot-tub party thrown by someone I can only identify here as FB.  Something about a bubbles and bubbly party with live music by JoeBrent who came all the way from NYC.  Who says our small town isn’t sophisticated?

 

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Speaking of sophisticates, who is the man in the silver Mercedes that has been spotted around town?  More on that later, I hope.

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Meg Starkey has gone to visit her Dad for a few days, according to a friend.  We all wish the best for Meg in 2004.  Last year was rough with Jake’s coma and recovery and her Mom passing away.  We hear that Meg has well-wishers from around in the world, even Hungary.  With friends like that, next year is bound to be better.

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Oops.  Almost forgot to mention, the same source said that John “Reggie” Baxter, Jake’s college roommate was in town a while back.  He is some kind of special genius and with the exception of a small problem with headaches is a terrific guy but a little lonely.  Ladies, this man needs a girlfriend.  Keep your eyes open!

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And in the eligible man category, while your reporter was waiting in the coffee shop waiting for one of the deputies to bring down her car (thanks again!!), she spotted a man who looked a little like a rumpled version of Robert Redford in “Spy Games.”  As she was about to pass his table, he said something about being mad.  Always polite, she apologized even though she was not sure what she did to annoy him.  Looking straight into her blue eyes with his, he said,” Not mad, M. A.D.”  Then he chuckled under his breath and winked!  Whatever that means.  Ladies, be warned, your reporter has dibs on this one.

 

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That is all for now, bye-bye, hug-hug, kiss-kiss.  And special thanks to Scriv sweetie, for the inspiration.

Your ever lovin’ Rose.