Rusty Strait

Anybody who peddles the lie that Hemet is the perfect city needs to be taken out any evening or early morning and given a tour of Hemet from east to west and north to south; show them the boarded-up shops, people sleeping in doorways, being approached by hoodlums demanding money, etc. Listen to the back-biting among those who claim to be "cleaning up the city.

The fires are burning up the country; on the other hand; the country is overcome with floods. The problem is, the two should be meeting and providing us with serenity but it isn’t working out that way.

The offspring of celebrities and politicians can be downright snotty and usually a pain in the behind to interview. That is not the case with Hank IV, and if you are grappling for a connection, his name is Coleman but some call him Hank IV and his father, grandfather and great grandfather left him with a burden he didn't ask for.

The first meeting between a selection of Hemet businessmen and women came off well. The second meeting this week pretty much set the pace for the future. Although there may have been a few quibbling questions. In baseball lingo, the meeting was at least a double, if not a triple.

A murder always makes good copy, but when it happens in one's own orbit, that's something else again. Every Friday night I have dinner with my friends at their home located on North Meridian Street in San Jacinto. We spend the rest of the evenings playing UNO. Sometimes we are joined by their next-door neighbors, a married couple.