Off Beat: Marysville on the march
Can you feel that wind at your back? It's the wind pushing you forward. It's the wind pushing Marysville forward.
It's the wind of the Magnificent Munchheimer.
Look at him plan. Look at him cajole. Look at him with a timeline. Look at him do the vision thing for Marysville, only because nobody else in the city has had one.
Walter Munchheimer has plenty of vision to spare. He's got plans for a steering committee. He's got plans for a consultant, or maybe a plethora of consultants. General plans! Master plans! Plan plans! Districts and more districts!
This is your future, Marysville. Embrace the Munchheimer because he's about to embrace you.
He's apparently all you have going for you. Forget the mayor. Forget the City Council. Forget whoever else is left in city government.
It's all about the Munchheimer. He is your city government.
Losing car dealerships? Have no fear, Munchheimer will lure a Mercedes Benz dealer to Marysville. Maybe two of them.
Hotel Marysville vacant for 20 or 30 years? No problem. Munchheimer will lure Hilton to Marysville.
State Theater vacant for 15 years? Munchheimer will lure Cinemark to Marysville. Or maybe George Lucas, who has a few billion dollars to spare.
Mervyn's store closed? It's a prime location. Right on the highway. The revival has begun. You've already got Habitat for Humanity in that building. Wow.
It doesn't matter what Marysville's past was like. That's old news. All those scintillating decisions by City Councils of days gone by? Well, the dinosaurs roamed the earth back then. This is a new era, the era of Munchheimer.
Stand tall Marysville residents! It's a new dawn and the wind is blowing — really hard.
Yuba City mansion
You find all sorts of references to Yuba City sprinkled across the vast reaches of the Internet. For example, if you were perusing the Bear Talk blog (everything California Golden Bears football) a few weeks ago, among the comments about new head football coach Sonny Dykes and his picks as assistant coaches, you would have come across this broadside from Steve W.:
"As a guy who once lived in Yuba City and later happily moved to Walnut Creek, I can tell you that I would rather live in a corrugated tin shack over the BART station in Walnut Creek than the biggest mansion in Yuba City."
He really wrote that.