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.”

Christmas Los Angeles 1953.

I received as a Christmas gift from my mom and dad a red Schwinn 26-inch single speed bicycle. It had plane black handle grips, big fat balloon tires, and coaster breaks. Breaks you had to pedal backwards in order to stop. The bike was the most basic model. It was like a Ford Fiesta withContinue reading “Christmas Los Angeles 1953.”