Views from New Idria

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NEWS FROM NEW IDRIA Hello everybody. I hope to make this short “News…” column a regular weekly salutation. You might remember me from the halcyon days of The Pinnacle weekly published in Hollister, in its heyday from 1999 to 2004. Those were five good years for that newspaper, and for citizens of San Benito County, as we endeavored and fought to bring you the truth about what your elected officials were doing. But that was then. Now, in these entries, I merely want to give you page-to-page excerpts from my book, “Quicksilver Chronicles,” (please see the adjoining column) and in this column, the latest news from the far southeast end of the county, from the outskirts of the old ghost-mining town of New Idria. Oh, yes! Contrary to the actions and self-promoting words of your county officials, we are still part of San Benito County. Right now, in mid-February, it is freezing cold up here at 2,400 feet. The federal EPA is not due back here until spring to continue their well-laid plan in cleaning up the disastrous orange acid mine drainage running from the mercury mine into San Carlos Creek, into the tributaries of the state when it floods, and eventually into the San Francisco Bay. But wait! Come to think of it, the county has thought of us recently! Our neighbors kids’ club house got red-tagged by the planning department, and as always, the county code workers did it in the middle of the night… as if they were rolling a drunk and slithering away like the snakes they are. Mind you, this clubhouse is akin to a tree house fort. There is no plumbing, no heating, no nothing… just four walls and a roof, and I believe it is built upon an old saloon foundation from the mine’s glory days, when all the miners’ did their drinking and whatnot outside New Idria town limits. But there it was, like a sore red thumb glaring us, the unmistakable red tag of the county, telling us to “stop work.” Ah well, not much more work was going to happen on it, except for the nice flag we were going to wave from the top window saying, “No Tall People and No Tea Baggers.” And does not the planning department know what conceptual art is? Apparently not. For that is what the clubhouse is. Nothing, but nothing, is permanent. I’ll keep you updated and let you all know if my neighbors end up in “red-tag” prison. Check in next week!

BenitoLink Staff