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The Gull
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| Quote: | Originally posted by bancoduoWhere is the Rosarito wastewater treatment plant? How is it going to handle all the development.? |
Q1) It is located under the bridge between the Rosarito Beach Hotel and Rene's Sports Bar.
Q2) It doesn't and won't.
�I won\'t insult your intelligence by suggesting that you really believe what you just said.� William F. Buckley, Jr.
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The Gull
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S___Patch
It may be apparent to others that my attempts to raise the discussion on this string to "above rants and unsupported accusations" has been wasted on a
few. If asking for facts and providing both sides of a picture is rigorously defending anything, I was not aware of that definiton.
Officer, you may wish to read my entries where it is clearly stated that the government of Rosarito and the current state of the infrastructure needs
improvement. Also, I suggested that the romaticizing of the old town was potentially a revisionist's view of history.
You didn't think to flash the badge to gain some brotherhood treatment in Playas de Rosarito? Doesn't seem consistent with the rest of the tale.
White folks? Geez. It is still good news that you won't be visiting there real soon, bro.
�I won\'t insult your intelligence by suggesting that you really believe what you just said.� William F. Buckley, Jr.
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tuna stick
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Perhaps ,I might suggest, New Orleans? Friendly,helpfull citizens,police willing and able to"set up like a bowling pin",and the always squeeky cleen
politicos. 'Nuf said!
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lizard lips
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I went surfing with my buddie and our girlfriends, who were both 17 years old about 30 years ago at k38 just south of Rosarito. My friend liked to
indulge in the "bud" and had hid two joints under the mattress in his van. Just when we got back from surfing an old chevy pulled up where we were
and four military guys got out and searched the van and found the hidden stash. The four of us got in the front of the van with one solider in the
back and we followed the chevy to the police station. They threw us in a cell and apparently the guests that occupied the cell before us did not us
the bathroom facilities and the floor had about an inch of urine. If I kept real still the urine would not go over the top of my sandals.
The girls were scared and we tried to calm them down but they kept crying, and crying. We finally were escorted to the cheifs office where he asked us
how much money we had. $94.00...That was it. He took it of course and then asked how old were the girls. Because they were both 17 the cheif called
their parents who came down to get them. My girlfriend's parents were living in Arizona and they made the trip from Phoenix.
That night when the girls parents came to the station the girls were led to the cheifs office and we never saw them again. I guess that the parents
did'nt really like us anymore....
The next morning we went into the cheifs office once again and he asked us to call our parents to bail us out. That was the last thing I wanted to do.
Call my father? He was a drill instructor in the Army! MARIJUANA----MEXICO!!!!! No friggen way. My buddies dad was a mayor of a city in Orange County
and he did'nt want to call him as well so we told the cheif no. We were led back into our cell.
We continued to have this disscussion for four days and each time we told him we were not going to call our parents. They brought us a cup of beans
and a roll of bread for breakfast and dinner every day. The cell was small and had a block bench with room for only one person to lay down in the
fetal position. The other had to stand and it was cold. The other guests that came to enjoy this great atmosphere were mostly drunks that made alot of
noise.
Finally on the fifth day we had our little meeting. We told him once again no. He threw the keys to my friends van at him and told us to get out.
When we got to the van everything was there. Not one thing was missing but we did'nt have any gas to get back to the border. I went back into the
cheifs office and told him about the gas situation and he gave me ten bucks and said never to come back to Rosarito. I'll never forget the look on his
face when I asked him. It was one of those, you got to be kidding looks.
I was'nt until about five years ago that I finally told my parents about this.
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DENNIS
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I suppose, thirty years ago that could have been worse. After you finally told your folks, did they ground you?
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lizard lips
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Dennis,
You may know my step father, Ed Krause, he is the art director from the Gertrude Peralman Theater in Punta Bunda and lives with my mother Marilyn in
Campo La Jolla. He laughed. My father who has been a private investigator since I was born got peeed and would have ht me, but I still move pretty
fast.....
GO BEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Phil S
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Mood: After 34 years. Still in love w/ my wife
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