ArdmoreOk – Chuck the Blogger Guy

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.”

How they did it in the 1930s.

So, this is how it happened. Ode to My Mom and Dad. He grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a big unexpected kiss on the lips. Then she responded, “now Carl you’re not supposed to do that. When my dad told me this I could only surmise my mom had never been kissedContinue reading “How they did it in the 1930s.”