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So Long, California—Thanks For The Memories!
Of course, Bob was giving me a hard time. He knew full well that Pittsburgh temperatures hadn't been out of the single digits in days.
But Bob's e-mail reminded me of another one that I received
while I still lived in
Here was my reply to Nancy:
"Well, it depends what the season is. During the winter months as long as three minutes may go by. I drive off, make a few loops out of my neighborhood, and turn into the Mini-Mart where I'll see several illegal immigrants filling up.
Although I didn't quote my answer to
Days—perhaps weeks—pass without sighting a single alien.
The change is refreshing and energizing.
Several factors prompted my decision to leave
Highest among them is that, after more than
years of teaching in the
The insistence by school bureaucrats, government hacks and ethnic identity activists that we all celebrate diversity even though it had been shoved down our throats mostly through illegal immigration became intolerable.
Today, I look back at
In my Lodi News-Sentinel
I wrote about my former Lodi Unified School District teaching
colleagues fired because of the
state's budget crisis. A friend who teaches physical
education is circulating flyers to raise awareness among parents
that she hopes will save her job. Yet, billions in services for
illegal aliens continue virtually uninterrupted. [Lodi
Unified Will Issue 390 Lay-Off Notices to Teachers, by
Jennifer Bonnett, .
Compare Los Angeles and Lodi to All-American Pittsburgh where the concept of California life is beyond comprehension.
When you walk around downtown
The city's most popular restaurant is Primanti Brothers—not some in vogue fusion cuisine sashimi joint like Koi where your total entrée weighs eight ounces. Primanti's serves mile-high meat sandwiches piled with French fries and coleslaw stacked between the bread.
Pirate entertainment centers on the
Pierogi Race". (Watch one
The announcers call the competition in
Pittsburghese, an American dialect unique to
for those who don't know, is ethnic food
If my affection for
The sad truth is that although
many friends and happy reminiscences of my
I still own my Lodi home and as absentee landlord I might have to visit. But I hope I don't. The house in which I lived two decades is a now major sore spot for me. My solidly middle class neighborhood is devastated by the minority mortgage meltdown.
Consecutively, two minority, no-money-down, sub-prime owners occupied the house directly next door. In between owner number one and number two, the home stood vacant for nearly a year. The second owner, upon taking possession, never mowed his lawn let alone paint or put on a new roof. Now, falling apart, it is empty again.
As with other similar houses in the neighborhood, values have plunged. Long-time owners are bewildered about how it all happened—and why it happened so quickly. If I were still there, I could explain it to them. But would they understand that immigration pandering gone wild cost them hundreds of thousands of home equity value?
Saying good-bye to California where I was born, spent my youth
and—after leaving and coming back again—thrived during my middle
years is tough. Yet
what choice do I have? The
Looking ahead while being thankful for my great
For now, I'll content myself with my new life in immigration-free Western Pennsylvania, counting down the days until spring and waiting for my California income tax rebate (reportedly it may be in I.O.U. form) to arrive in my mail box.
Joe Guzzardi [email him] is a California native who recently fled the state because of over-immigration, over-population and a rapidly deteriorating quality of life. He has moved to Pittsburgh, PA where the air is clean and the growth rate stable. A long-time instructor in English at the Lodi Adult School, Guzzardi has been writing a weekly column since 1988. It currently appears in the Lodi News-Sentinel.