MONTOYA "GOING IN", RRUN RRUN SLOWING DOWN

By Rey Chinoski
Special to El Rrun Rrun

"Looks like I'm going in," my friend and sometimes reluctant fishing partner Juan Montoya said to me Thursday from his cell phone as he was leaving Judge Rosas courtroom on his way to Carrizales, where he'll likely do 90 days for not coming up with enough cash to cover back child support.
Montoya had been warning the "wolf's at the door" the past few days as he tried to shake his friends and supporters for enough cash, about $2,500, to keep him out of jail. And although some money did trickle in, it was not enough.
"Couldn't come up with it, vato," he said.
 Montoya, editor and publisher of El Rrun Rrun, said the blog will remain open, active, and will publish postings from friends, foes, freelancers, and the usual freeloaders who like to see their name in print. Needless to say, the furious pace that Juan has set at El Rrun Rrun will slow down somewhat until his return.
 "I'll see you later," Montoya said.
Never one to zen out and watch the wheels go round and round, Montoya will likely spend his time immersed in books; a year ago he did two months in the county club and came out with a deeper understanding of The Bible, the Greek classics, and jail conditions.
 A former migrant worker turned city slicker with a Master's Degree in Journalism from The University of Wisconsin, Montoya is a lousy fisherman but a great companion who could quote Yeats' "The Second Coming" line for line, crack Chis Chas jokes, spit out U.S.-Mexican War trivia from obscure soldier journals, sing Gavilan o Paloma better than Jose Jose, and recite MLK's "I Have A Dream" speech with the passion and bravura that the Reverend would appreciate.
Then there was the time The Herald sent him to cover a revolt in Chiapas but, hey, you'll have to ask him about that one when he comes back to the grind. (A longtime friend of Montoya's, Chinoski is a terrible poker player when he's not a fishing guide who specializes in catching snook).