Play Lobamba When wife and I lived in Sacramento, California we sometimes drove east on US-50 up to Lake Tahoe in the Sierra Nevada mountains. We drove up to the adjacent town of ‘Stateline.’ Stateline is where the big casinos and it’s numerous entertainment venues were on the Nevada side of the California/Nevada border. WeContinue reading “Put duct tape over her mouth.”
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Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks.
Peanuts from the sky. It was a balmy weekday evening and the Los Angeles Angels were playing at Dodger stadium. We had box seats just behind and a bit left of Homeplate. Temperature was about 60-degreess and the air was calm. Perfect for a springtime evening major league baseball game. Never the less, when theContinue reading “Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks.”
My Dad and I watched Saturday night TV in L A.
Saturday night TV. I miss real Saturday night TV. Starting back in 1952 my dad and I and maybe along with my mom would watch on KTLA Los Angeles channel 5 the Spade Cooley show. Live from the Santa Monica pier. Spade was a west coast version of Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys. Remember?Continue reading “My Dad and I watched Saturday night TV in L A.”
Continuing my drunk person series. DUI Dancing.
DUI Dancing Under the Influence. Back when I was a mere 18-years old in 1962 my friend Jim and I would occasionally drive up into the San Bernardino mountains east of Los Angeles and visit a friend who lived in the upper desert of Hesperia. A place that certainly can become desert hot in theContinue reading “Continuing my drunk person series. DUI Dancing.”
Just another drunk in the sky.
Continuing the series on drunk people I run into from time to time. Remember the drunk guy I told you about at Dodger stadium tossing willy-nilly many bags of roasted peanuts while the police drug him out of the stadium? Then there was a drunk man on a flight from Chicago who finger played theContinue reading “Just another drunk in the sky.”
Fireworks and loopy softball.
July fourth memories Many years ago, and back around 1963 and 1964 I would drive from my parent’s L A home down I-5 to visit my cousin in Anaheim, California. His community which dead ended in a cul-de-sac would have an annual Independent Day celebration along with kid games, a generous potluck, and end upContinue reading “Fireworks and loopy softball.”
Bumble stumble and wobble.
Continuing my drunk persons series. Before we get started you remember last time a week or so back about the drunk woman at a casino lounge show who kept shouting her request for Lobamba? Play Lobamba! Then a month or so back the drunk man at a Dodger game who had a tray full ofContinue reading “Bumble stumble and wobble.”
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