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About San Jose

What gets my goat? The hypocrisy, mate! Politicos bangin’ on about morals, then—bam!—caught with their trousers down. Makes me wanna shout, “Veni, vidi, vici!”—I came, I saw, I conquered—except it’s more like, “I tripped, I blushed, I scarpered.” Surprised me how normal some of these gals are—chatty, even. One told me she’d seen *Royal Tenenbaums* thrice—said it’s “her vibe.” Fair play, I thought, bit chuffed.

Become a Sicilian

I’m spillin’ my soul here like we're at a secret spy rendezvous. Every part of Crowley has a pulse, a heartbeat – it’s raw, it's real. I’m not exaggeratin’ when I say this town is inspirational, maddening, and absolutely unforgettable. Get ready, cuz you’re comin’ to see it all – all its nooks and crannies, its back alley mysteries, and its sparkling smile that’s as unexpected as a cameo in a Wes Anderson flick.

Remembering longtime Kentucky journalist and dear friend, Patrick Crowley