No more Sears tower in Chicago. Sears could have easily been AMAZON. But some private equity schmuck bought Sears drained it all its cash assets, took out huge loans, filed bankruptcy, and just wrecked Sears. Yes there were some parts of Sears that just didn’t work. Their clothes and shoes just were real junk. ButContinue reading “Satisfaction guaranteed”
Category Archives: LosAngeles
Put butter in it and roll it up.
No nothing like it. We were residence on Simmons Avenue in East Los Angeles. Speaking for myself, I lived there for an approximate ten years. Then we moved further east into a quaint and quiet but mostly dull suburb. But back to Simmons Avenue in East L A, next door to the north of usContinue reading “Put butter in it and roll it up.”
One man’s car is another man’s low rider
She just walked away from it. It was 1956 and my 18-year-old oldest sister parked her 1937 Ford sedan in our back yard and she never drove it again. Never mind it was almost twenty years old and her very first car. A dusty relic far as she was concerned. A rolling museum antique. ManyContinue reading “One man’s car is another man’s low rider”
Hey boy, give me a bale of hay
Summer 1961. It was summer break between my junior and senior year of high school and a friend and I were way up in northern California working on a cattle ranch. The ranch was approximately 40-miles south from the Oregon/California border and approximately 700-miles north from Los Angeles. Ranch was somewhere between metropolitan Weed andContinue reading “Hey boy, give me a bale of hay”
I will take another slice with pepperoni.
A Pizza Story. I first began to visit this place when I was in junior high in the late 1950s. I would ride with my friend and his parents. They called it pizza. The restaurant was called Deluca’s. But they mostly had pizza and some other ordinary pastas and salads. The pizza was in aContinue reading “I will take another slice with pepperoni.”
I love the smell of fresh pressed rubber tires.
The Golden State/Sooner State connection. Having grown up in a tiny house near a major industrial area in Los Angeles, we were just down wind from the B F Goodrich tire factory. Almost in the shadow of the Willard Battery water tower. Just north of the railroad tracks near the Union Pacific switching yards. AContinue reading “I love the smell of fresh pressed rubber tires.”
What a cool place to work Pops.
posted by Chuck Ayers The oil refinery. My dad told people he would meet he worked as a night supervisor at an oil refinery. However the oil he spoke of was soy bean vegetable oil. That and shortenings and margarines. Most of which went to large commercial bakeries. During world war II a bigContinue reading “What a cool place to work Pops.”
I’m here to see the mouse.
The place to find fantasy fun and fairytales. When you first drive into the humongous parking lot at Disneyland, you pass under the elevated monorail and immediately you are directed by an army of white nosed parking directors pointing this way and that. All cars follow each other and park neatly in a rowContinue reading “I’m here to see the mouse.”
No, we are Democrats.
The supreme commander of NATO came back to the United States in order to run for president. I told my mom General Eisenhower has arrived back in America and will run for President. This was early spring 1952 and I was in the second grade. By the way this was my first awareness ofContinue reading “No, we are Democrats.”
How about a buzz cut?
Just sit still Butch! Sitting atop several Los Angeles telephone directories and yellow pages placed on the seat of a dining room chair with an old sheet tied around my neck was our at home barber shop. The barber was my dad and his hand-squeezed hair clippers would be clicking up and down myContinue reading “How about a buzz cut?”
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