You should see this at least once.

January 1, 1999 Pasadena California. I was invited by the City of Pasadena, along with five other guests to sit in the front row at the curb to view the annual Tournament of Roses parade. This was offered to visually impaired and family. So, Ronda, her sister and brother-in-law, our youngest daughter and a friend,Continue reading “You should see this at least once.”

What’s the matter with L A.

L A is a great big freeway. Growing up in Los Angeles in the 1950s I witnessed the excavation and construction of some of the first so-called Freeways in southern California. However, the first real freeway was constructed about the same time I was born and it went into service just after that. An uninterruptedContinue reading “What’s the matter with L A.”

You can have your Mercedes or Lan Rovers. However I will take an old VW bug any day.

I had owned and drove with great pleasure two VW beetles. Drove them during my college and early working careers. Oh, so fun to drive. My first VW beetle was a 1958 with the small oval rear window. The headliner was a bit torn but the rest of the car worked including its radio. WhatContinue reading “You can have your Mercedes or Lan Rovers. However I will take an old VW bug any day.”

Non-stop gas pee and go.

Road trip. Almost every summer our family made a road trip from Los Angeles all the way to Wilson, Oklahoma. Non-stop. Approximately 1500-miles. Usually during the month of August. The hottest month of the summer. August was the only time available for my dad’s vacation. He was low man on the seniority totem pole atContinue reading “Non-stop gas pee and go.”

He had magical mechanical healing powers.

My gearhead dad. My dad had to quit school in the eighth-grade. He said he’d would rather have stayed in school and play baseball for the school team and continue his studies. But his family needed him to work the farm because His father was down in north Texas working on a drilling rig inContinue reading “He had magical mechanical healing powers.”

Just a dollars worth and check my pressure.

1973 was the year full-service gas stations came to an abrupt end. It stopped ‘snap’ just like that! Swift without any means of restoration to full service. No one could reverse this sudden inconvenience. Gas stations or service stations flipped to a self-service or DIY service. But first let me explain what full-service gas stationsContinue reading “Just a dollars worth and check my pressure.”

Only five-cents for a bottle of dark deliciousness.

The big red machine. It was big as a Frigidaire refrigerator. But with one exception. It wasn’t white like the one in my mom’s kitchen. It was a bit bigger but very red. Often found outside on the curbing around a gas station. And scribed across its front in large white lettering was ‘CokeOfCola.’ TheContinue reading “Only five-cents for a bottle of dark deliciousness.”

Prose beside the road.

Roadside Poetry. He had his paddle. He served the ball. Across the net. Whizzed a mighty pickleball. Burma shave Go to Burma-Shave – Wikipedia Cute little red fence post signs in sequence about fifty feet apart with humorous limericks. Generally seen out on long stretches of old US highways from the 1940sto the 1970s.

Where is that guy who created Toy Story?

Whatever happened to John Lasseter? Remember John Lasseter? He and Steve Jobs started Pixar. The animation studios that produced Toy Story and other computer animated movies including Cars. Read the book ‘Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson. Many pages were devoted to explaining who John Lasseter was back then. But sadly he was released from DisneyContinue reading “Where is that guy who created Toy Story?”

Miss Daisey couldn’t do it any better.

Witnessing the unordinary. Wife and I attended a nearby church in Inglewood California where we were living at that time. This was the mid-1960s and saw interesting things happen there. Some of which were meeting and greeting media celebrities. Pop singers and movie actors. But the most amazing event that happened most Sunday mornings wasContinue reading “Miss Daisey couldn’t do it any better.”