So long, Jennings

I was born in Robstown. My parents moved away to Lubbock, but returned to this city in 1973, so you can say I am a lifelong resident of Robstown.

I worked for Domino's Pizza right out of high school. I also worked for the Stanley Bryan dealership in the early 90s, Kenny B's restaurant in the mid-90s, and from 1997 to 2003 at Jennings Chevrolet.

I started as a make-ready for the new car department (at Jennings Chevrolet). Being a small dealership, you did a little bit of everything.

Soon after that, I ended up driving the wrecker, picking up cars for the body shop and service department. When the body shop painter needed an assistant, I was placed to help.

About a year after that, we got the news that the dealership had been sold to Access Ford. Slowly, things started to change. Three months after the announcement, they closed down the body shop and moved it to the Ford location in Calallen.

They slowly moved the dealership out and the building was used to sell parts only. So it saddened me to find out through former co-workers this week that it finally came to an end and they were closing down (Access Chevrolet).

The breath it once had is no more. Goodbye - to me, you will always be Jennings Chevrolet.

Rene Almaraz


Holding cell experience

I spent the night (recently) in a Nueces County Jail holding cell. Now, to all you tough guys who have never been in jail before, this is what you might expect.

First, you are put in a holding cell where the temperature stays at around 50 degrees around the clock and you can't buy a blanket. Plus, your roommate could be a drunk and/or a jealous husband, while personalities change by the minute. Eventually, you are taken to a nice, warm bench where you sit and wait and wait. There is no one in a hurry - they have all night.

Soon, you are told to go to a certain area where you are fingerprinted, get you picture taken, then go back into that cold cell to suffer. Once again, drunks are trying to get warm under the benches, which are stainless steel and cold as ice. About 4:30 a.m., they bring breakfast, which is one slice of week-old bread, old mashed potatoes and two small pieces of sausage, along with nothing to drink. Dinner could be two pieces of bread jammed together.

The three drunks said they loved it, so I gave them mine. As the night went on, they would call you to sit on the bench an hour or two longer until called to fill out more paperwork.

If you want to try correcting a bad cause, I suggest you think it over first - it's not the Hilton. These conditions are for holding cells only, even though you have not been proven guilty of anything.

Kenneth Dixon

Corpus Christi