She had a crush on Him since She was a little girl. He didn't know who She was. In their small mining town, Santa Rita, New Mexico, her family was considered poor, his more well-off. In reality, both families were poor compared to people living on the Anglo side of the segregated town.

He went to California with his family, to work in the fields after His father was kicked out of the mines by Anglo management for trying to organize a Mexican mineworkers union. She stayed in the town with Her family, went to high school, and blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

He enlisted to fight in World War II, was almost engaged to another woman before leaving, but was sent a 'Dear John' letter while he was in the Pacific.

Meanwhile, She waited for Him, tried to catch a glimpse of Him whenever He came back to New Mexico. She became determined to eventually catch His eye.

His mom's prayers to the Virgen de Guadalupe were answered, when He came back safe from the War. His family made a pilgrimage to Mexico City, as His mother had promised the Virgen before He shipped out. But on the way they stopped in Santa Rita.

She found out He was in town. She was fresh out of high school, one of the prettiest girls in town now, chosen as its Queen. She put on Her makeup and Her best dress, and decided to walk by where He and His brother were hanging out, under the pretense of visiting a family friend.

And finally, She caught His eye as He saw Her walk by. His brother said "WHO is that?!" Saying She would be his. He said "No Way, She's going to be mine."

And with that, He began to court Her. He made the pilgrimage to Mexico City with his family. He went back to California. She stayed in New Mexico. They started writing to each other.

In 1948, He went back to New Mexico, proposed to Her, and married Her in a whirlwind trip. He brought Her back to California, to Mountain View, where they started a family.

55 years later, my grandparents are still together. Their relationship is far from perfect and things have been rough at times. But their love for each other has not grown old.

I heard a lot of things today, good and bad. But that's one story I don't want to forget.

Oh....it looked bad for a while. Yes it did. That first half had me "looking like I was gonna throw up" according to Kat. Awful flashbacks to freshman year when the Cal football team was under Coach Holmoe, and it sucked. A lot.

But after halftime, the Bears came back from a 0-10 and showed the packed Cal section and the embarrassingly unpacked Stanfurd home-crowd who really deserved to have the Axe this year. Final score, 28-16.

2 Years in a Row! A win at Stanfurd Stadium! Bowl Eligibility! This hasn't happened for our school since the early 1990s. Last year was NOT a fluke. Who knows, maybe this is the start of a new era of greatness for Cal football. As long as we can keep Coach Tedford here.

And speaking of coaches, dinner was a lot of fun. Eric, Erik, Wycee, Kat and I met up with my high school friend Sarah (born a Stanfurd fan) and her friend Ross at Kapp's Pizza Bar and Grill in downtown MV, and were soon joined by Kay, Candice, and Dan who drove all the way down from Berkeley just to spend dinner with us, in honor of my 21st...thanks guys.

Since high school, Kapp's has been my favorite restaurant in downtown, for a lot of reasons. But ever since I started going to Cal, and realized that it was owned by Joe Kapp, a former Cal Quarterback who took the team to the Rose Bowl, and who came back and coached the Bears, with a claim to fame as the coach that orchestrated the greatest moment in college football history, The Play in 1982....the restaurant took on a whole new meaning. (Oh, he also was the QB for the Minnesota Vikings in the 1970s)

I met Coach Kapp with Eric when we were freshman. A waitress saw we were wearing Cal stuff and took us down to meet him. He told us to go steal the axe from Stanfurd after having lost the Big Game. (This year, there was no need to steal anything.) Tonight, the place was filled with celebrating Cal fans. Before it got busy, Coach Kapp came to our table, and I invited him to sit down and talk for a while. He talked about what he thinks of Howard Cosell, Sarah's Stanfurd sweater, and of course, the game. What a better way to celebrate our team's victory, then to sit with one of Cal's greatest living legends? Awesome! The table next to us sang a really good version of the Cal Drinking Song with him, never heard that song before. Good times!

It's hard to believe next year will be my last Big Game as a student. At least, that's how its supposed to work out. It'll be at Memorial Stadium, home. 3 in a row? Can we do it? I think so.

But now the focus is on a bowl. And if the timings right, I hope to be there.

The Bonfire Rally was awesome, the best one I've been to.

I'm so psyched about tomorrow! Go Bears!

Well, I'm back. For a little while. I need to start writing papers, or my Thanksgiving Break is going to be hellish.

I don't remember being this busy since I had studio. Every weekday I'm trying to do work or thinking about doing work. If you haven't heard me complain about it yet, I have three term papers to worry about, and until today I had a midterm too. Midterm is done, the papers are left.

The research is done for two of them. The research hasn't started for one. I need to start writing but I'm kinda burnt out. Things have been crazy, especially with my Historic Preservation group back home. We had a big city meeting yesterday that I couldn't go to, but was working like crazy to prepare for between Sunday and Wednesday. An opposition group has formed that has complicated things a bit. Things worked out from our POV, but it's just one step in a process that will last all year. (yay...) But it's okay, Mountain View is worth it.

And of course, I turned 21 two weekends ago. I spent that weekend, Veterans Day weekend, with my parents in Reno (cool), with a side trip to Virginia City (way cool). Sorry, didn't win any money, and sorry, didn't get very drunk.

But....I did get VERY drunk last Saturday. Yes, I, Nick, got sloshed. My parents and older cousins had been planning my birthday for weeks. I thought it was just a normal family party for my grandma and I in honor of our birthdays. So, I had no problem fulfilling the requests to take shots with my cousins, or uncles. I thought I'd be in bed by midnight.

But then the surprise limo pulled up at 9. And it was time to REALLY go out. And boy, what a night out. Basically almost all the 20-somethings (family and friends) at the party made sure I had a great time. Thanks guys. And thanks to my brother for video-taping me when I got back. Oh, and thanks to my parents for showing that video to my grandparents. Ah well...it's all good!

Oh, Friday before my birthday, my high school, Saint Francis, beat those damn Bell Boys, our big rival in football.

And I'm hoping that Berkeley will pull off a similar defeat against the Furds on Saturday. I should be writing my papers, but all I can think about is the Big Game. I'm really looking forward to it. If anything, it'll be a nice stress reliever for me, especially if we win, and win big. It realy is a big game this year, the first time Cal would win 2 in a row since the early 90s, and we would become bowl eligible, which could equal a group road trip if the timing is good. Lauren and Leo expected my hair to be dyed blue this week. I'm not that bad guys. Almost, but not that bad.

But the Campanile sure is purty when its lit blue with Cal logos on it. A nice new touch.

So, Fiat Lux, Stanfurd Sux, Go Bears!

Maybe it's just that time of the year, but this house creeps me out. This neighborhood creeps me out. It's so cold in here. Maybe if the heater was on I'd be less wound up.

But for the second time, I've heard screams coming from the area behind our backyard. Loud screams...full of anguish. Not playful, short, high-pitched screams...blood curdeling. Tonight they sounded like a man. The windows are all closed so they were faint, but I heard them once and thought it was the TV in the other room. Heard them again and I knew it wasn't.

First time I heard them I looked towards the window and saw a huge spider on the floor. That's another thing. The spiders. Why so many spiders? I hate spiders. Killed that mofo. Maybe the scream was an omen for me to kill the ugly spider.

Anyways, it wasn't the first time we heard screams from that area back behind the house. The first time they sounded like a woman, and we all heard them. Tonight is was just me. But that time they were loud, and went on for a while, and we almost called the police. But didn't. ::shudder::

To make matters worse, behind our backyard is a city-owned pumping station/open space area. Behind that is this abandoned two story pink house. Looks like no one has lived in there for years. It's falling apart, the windows are broken. Anyone could break in there pretty easily I guess. I wonder why it's empty? It's right on Euclid Avenue...one of the busiest streets in the neighborhood, across from the park. Prime real estate. Why is it just sitting there like that. Ack.

Leo suggested the screams might be from in there....that maybe it's a crack house. For some reason that's a lot more comforting then my thoughts of restless spirits that could be roaming just outside our backyard.

It's nights like these that I miss the comfort of La Loma.

Now that I've got that stupid Astro midterm out of the way, I can happily look back at this past weekend and say it was lots of fun.

Friday, Halloween, started with a field trip to San Francisco for my SF Architecture class. The weather had suddenly shifted from record-breaking heat earlier in the week, to a blustery, cold, and rainy weather (woohoo!). It set just the right mood for a walking tour of the city's waterfront. We walked from the Ferry Building, down the Embacadero, and all the way up Telegraph Hill to Coit Tower. Quite the walk, but well worth it. After that I took BART to Caltrain and headed to Mountain View to finish up the preparation for the haunted house.

What would Halloween be without the Perry family Haunted House? I couldn't let a seven year tradition disappear, if even just for one year. While my dad, mom, brother, and his friends were at the SFHS Homecoming game.....myself (tour guide), Mikey (the king of buttnuggets), Sabrina (creepy girl in the wall), Kat (coffin/foot grabber), BJ (coffin/foot grabber), Erik (leaf-blower/guy that makes little girls cry), and Joella (candy giver outer) successfully scared about 150-200 people! It was great. To everyone who reads this and was there to help out; I thank you, dozens of kids thank you, Mountain View thanks you.

It's hard to describe Old Mountain View on Halloween night. I feel like it's what Halloween should be like. The neighborhood embraces the holiday. It's not just for kids, but for families and adults as well. People congregate at the haunted houses like my family's that pop up throughout town. Neighbors actually talk to each other, catch up...act neighborly. Kids roam the streets, treating the neighborhood like its a gigantic playground. It feels like a Norman-Rockwell painting come to life, except quite a bit more multi-cultural.

I decided to go back to Berkeley on Halloween night. Couldn't miss another of my house's own parties. Joella decided she wanted to see Berkeley and came up too. The party was a lot of fun.
The highlight came towards the end, when the remaining guests spent a few hours in the dark telling true ghost stories. And for the first time in a while, I wasn't the only one telling them, which made it more fun (and frightening) for me. We also looked at the 'evil' Ouiji board I took down from my grandparents' attic, too creeped out to risk playing it.

Next weekend, I turn 21. My family is taking me up to Reno to celebrate. The following weekend, my grandma and I will share a birthday party with the extended family. Then the next weekend it's the Big Game at Stanford. The following weekend will be Thanksgiving.

Which pretty much means from now until the end of the month I'll be in Mountain View every weekend doing something fun. Which sounds great...only until I remember that within the same span of time I need to finish THREE term papers. Gag. Wish me luck.