The following story did not take place at Barney's. I needed to change the names of the shop and location since most Barbers are private individuals I had left the Motel Six to visit my Barber who doubles as a shrink also. I pay three dollars for the trim and the other twelve for his therapy.
It was my turn in his famous chair. The man before me quipped that he now looked ten years younger at seventy five. Barber Barney trimmed his beard and head as he limped out. Now it was my turn in his magical chair.
"Give me a trim but hit my nose and ears hard."
Just then the phone rang and he had to listen to his wife who had bore him seven kids and fifteen grand-ones. He returned and told me a funny experience he had had yesterday.
"A drunk came into my store yesterday. His head bobbed back and forth so it was impossible to provide him with a straight cut. His head looked like a checkerboard when I had finished He braced himself and stood up with a one dollar bill."
"Don't you worry. I am going across to Albertsons for the rest of the money."
"He zigzagged across the street mall and entered the market. He walked out carrying a six pack of Adams beer. After cross-crossing the lot several times, he walked inside my shop. He wanted to know where his truck was. He left and returned to Albertsons. He finally found his truck."
I can't remember laughing so much. My entertainment was worth more than what he had owed me.
Today I felt worn out. Yet I didn't stop working on my football story. A bad accident on the 5 going North made several people stay in the North County overnight. A long line of standing cars made me sorry for those who had to pee....The next day, a long crane fell on the other lane and again stopped the traffic.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
The Tip Top Restaurant.
Sunday morning I spent my time at Moonlight Beach taking in some excellent volleyball. Earlier, I had enjoyed a breakfast steak and eggs breakfast at the Tip Top restaurant. The owner, Big John kills the beef in the back and feeds his patrons in the front. His meat is better and fresher than even the In-and-Out Burger down the street. And it was just by chance that I found this deli over four years ago.
The first time I relocated to the San Diego area from Henderson City, Nevada, I looked for a motel in San Diego. That was over four years ago in August. A tall yellow round sign off the 5 Freeway publicized the Motel Six off of the 5 freeway. After two right turns off of Palomar Road I found it. I slept around the clock and in the morning my stomach would not me to sleep any longer. My first morning in San Diego County, I asked the Motel Six clerk for a good restaurant.
"Why just across the street. It is the finest in town." and she was correct. The next four years found me stacking up on prime meat at the Tip Top restaurant and enjoying Bavarian hospitality. I even had the fortune to meet Big John. He spoke about how he bought the property and his origins from Germany.
Big John told me that his family goes back generations as the finest butchers in Lepsig. Also befor the war, his Dad fed Jews who came to the back for food. The Jews were forbidden to shop in markets.
This morning was just like the others except the Tip Top had a sign in front of the register. I had noticed that many had reloaded up on bacon. So much so that bacon seconds now were forbidden.
But the Big John breakfast still offered as much ham, sausages or other types of meat for his special breakfast: Eggs, hash and seconds and thirds, and more until closing. Of course little old ladies filled their large black bags with bacon and made bacon sandwiches for the week. The servers were given a few cents to shuttle the bacon to their guests. Yet with all-you-can-eat ham also, nobody leaves Tip Top without a bulging stomach.
Last night, Moonlight Beach beckoned. I needed a pick-me-up after too many hours of computer work. I drove down the the boulevard to parking lot hill. It overlooks that grandest view in all of Encinitas.
One bench has a chap feeding the pigeons and seagulls. They took turns bartering for the bread chips and bird seed he provided. After I finished two cutie tangerines, I removed my beach chair and took up a spot down below. The sun had begun to go down and the fly fisherman no longer be seen as the rays blocked my view. A young wedding couple slid down the embankment along with two camera men. The sweethearts hugged, kissed and he even picked her up. What a gal event in front of me.
At about six thirty, it cooled off and I decided to get another lift, this one at the Tip Top Restaurant i Carlsbad. Two hours of salty air gave me such an appetite that I remembered when I brought my true love here over four years ago and shared a liver dinner.
This time the eight and change dinner offered lots of fresh liver with onions, broccoli, and a baked potato. Of course a roll and a pickle slice came with the meal. Never have I tasted such generous portions of succulent liver. It was so tender that I didn't even need my teeth. (Not Finished)
The first time I relocated to the San Diego area from Henderson City, Nevada, I looked for a motel in San Diego. That was over four years ago in August. A tall yellow round sign off the 5 Freeway publicized the Motel Six off of the 5 freeway. After two right turns off of Palomar Road I found it. I slept around the clock and in the morning my stomach would not me to sleep any longer. My first morning in San Diego County, I asked the Motel Six clerk for a good restaurant.
"Why just across the street. It is the finest in town." and she was correct. The next four years found me stacking up on prime meat at the Tip Top restaurant and enjoying Bavarian hospitality. I even had the fortune to meet Big John. He spoke about how he bought the property and his origins from Germany.
Big John told me that his family goes back generations as the finest butchers in Lepsig. Also befor the war, his Dad fed Jews who came to the back for food. The Jews were forbidden to shop in markets.
This morning was just like the others except the Tip Top had a sign in front of the register. I had noticed that many had reloaded up on bacon. So much so that bacon seconds now were forbidden.
But the Big John breakfast still offered as much ham, sausages or other types of meat for his special breakfast: Eggs, hash and seconds and thirds, and more until closing. Of course little old ladies filled their large black bags with bacon and made bacon sandwiches for the week. The servers were given a few cents to shuttle the bacon to their guests. Yet with all-you-can-eat ham also, nobody leaves Tip Top without a bulging stomach.
Last night, Moonlight Beach beckoned. I needed a pick-me-up after too many hours of computer work. I drove down the the boulevard to parking lot hill. It overlooks that grandest view in all of Encinitas.
One bench has a chap feeding the pigeons and seagulls. They took turns bartering for the bread chips and bird seed he provided. After I finished two cutie tangerines, I removed my beach chair and took up a spot down below. The sun had begun to go down and the fly fisherman no longer be seen as the rays blocked my view. A young wedding couple slid down the embankment along with two camera men. The sweethearts hugged, kissed and he even picked her up. What a gal event in front of me.
At about six thirty, it cooled off and I decided to get another lift, this one at the Tip Top Restaurant i Carlsbad. Two hours of salty air gave me such an appetite that I remembered when I brought my true love here over four years ago and shared a liver dinner.
This time the eight and change dinner offered lots of fresh liver with onions, broccoli, and a baked potato. Of course a roll and a pickle slice came with the meal. Never have I tasted such generous portions of succulent liver. It was so tender that I didn't even need my teeth. (Not Finished)
Saturday, October 25, 2014
The Ayatollah Khomeini
I felt good at the Elisa rest stop. It had been another Santa Ana dry day. I left the passenger window open just enough to allow the beach breeze in and hear my next door neighbors inside their large van speak expletives towards each other. I never felt so good. Mostly Latinos use Alisa not as a rest stop but for a cheap motel. And who could blame them. Another family picnicked on a table in the early morning hours. They drank wine and allowed the dog to partake in the meal. Some bring dogs for protection.
I entered the Motel Six at five o'clock. The desk gal already had my room number waiting for me inside a blue envelope that read, Welcome. Even a large Dennis breakfast did not allow me to defrost my igloo feeling body. The rest stop plummeted to just over fifty degrees in the early morning hours. I had not been prepared for this surge of cold. Again it felt great to sleep for about three hours with my transistor radio playing classical melodies. So at about ten o'clock I readied myself for the Encinitas Senior Center and hopefully somebody would not show up and I could eat their fish meal.
After some computer work, I went to Table Five and met a couple that appeared as if they had just come off of a train and shuttled to Table 5-where anything and everything is said. The dark haired man I found out was over ninety and hard of hearing. While I waited and hoped for a free fish meal, I noticed the cafe was filled to capacity. A special bus had taken them to the Lil' Oak's Cafe for this splendid fish meal. Angel and Armand seemed out of place, that is until Angel spoke up. Of course once she began she could not stop. I will paraphrase what this young damsel of 85 had to tell Abe, Ron and Leland.
"We are from Iran where I worked for our American Embassy-that is until 1978. I worked there for over thirty years. There was a revolution going on then. While the Shah of Iran ruled, the country was great and everyone had a great time doing whatever they wanted. They brought in this guy from France, the Ayatollah Khomeini, and gruesome things began to happen. People disappeared, their were beheadings and women needed to cover their bodies or else!
"We tried to sell our three story home but were too late. Many Jews had taken their money out earlier, but my husband did not wish to leave. He had many relatives living inside Tehran. Also we had trouble dealing with a doctor who had stayed in our home for years."
"The first time I left the American Embassy we could take out a few dollars. We lost our home and everything else. Luckily, my brother had a home in the United State. and took us in. That was over thirty years ago."
"I returned to the Embassy a year later to see my Iranian friends. Two black American soldiers told me not to worry, and that nobody could breach the Embassy walls. They did, but luckily I got out of there in time. I saw mobs and lots of shooting Some members of the police stopped me and removed my possessions except my passport."
Her husband could not eat his food. Angel began to place the left-overs inside a carton. She enjoyed revealing her story to me. She was frail but remembered everything about her life born in Tehran.
"I know you can't be Jewish. Are you a practicing Christian?"
"Originally my Great Grandparents were Jewish but converted to Christianity. It wasn't safe to be Jewish. I sorely miss my house and the great life we led before Islam terrorists got in the way. It is a shame Obama did not speak out about these Islamic Terrorists earlier. Other ministers stuck their necks out."
"Obama has masqueraded as a great president. Yet he is Islamic too!"
"Will you be returning to the Encinitas Center soon?"
"Well I has been awhile. I had to recover from intestinal surgery and my wings have also been clipped."
The above conversation occurred at the Encinitas Center. I stayed around long enough to get a plate of fish and rice. Now both my mind and stomach were happy. You never know who you will bump into at the Encinitas' Lil' Oak Café.
I entered the Motel Six at five o'clock. The desk gal already had my room number waiting for me inside a blue envelope that read, Welcome. Even a large Dennis breakfast did not allow me to defrost my igloo feeling body. The rest stop plummeted to just over fifty degrees in the early morning hours. I had not been prepared for this surge of cold. Again it felt great to sleep for about three hours with my transistor radio playing classical melodies. So at about ten o'clock I readied myself for the Encinitas Senior Center and hopefully somebody would not show up and I could eat their fish meal.
After some computer work, I went to Table Five and met a couple that appeared as if they had just come off of a train and shuttled to Table 5-where anything and everything is said. The dark haired man I found out was over ninety and hard of hearing. While I waited and hoped for a free fish meal, I noticed the cafe was filled to capacity. A special bus had taken them to the Lil' Oak's Cafe for this splendid fish meal. Angel and Armand seemed out of place, that is until Angel spoke up. Of course once she began she could not stop. I will paraphrase what this young damsel of 85 had to tell Abe, Ron and Leland.
"We are from Iran where I worked for our American Embassy-that is until 1978. I worked there for over thirty years. There was a revolution going on then. While the Shah of Iran ruled, the country was great and everyone had a great time doing whatever they wanted. They brought in this guy from France, the Ayatollah Khomeini, and gruesome things began to happen. People disappeared, their were beheadings and women needed to cover their bodies or else!
"We tried to sell our three story home but were too late. Many Jews had taken their money out earlier, but my husband did not wish to leave. He had many relatives living inside Tehran. Also we had trouble dealing with a doctor who had stayed in our home for years."
"The first time I left the American Embassy we could take out a few dollars. We lost our home and everything else. Luckily, my brother had a home in the United State. and took us in. That was over thirty years ago."
"I returned to the Embassy a year later to see my Iranian friends. Two black American soldiers told me not to worry, and that nobody could breach the Embassy walls. They did, but luckily I got out of there in time. I saw mobs and lots of shooting Some members of the police stopped me and removed my possessions except my passport."
Her husband could not eat his food. Angel began to place the left-overs inside a carton. She enjoyed revealing her story to me. She was frail but remembered everything about her life born in Tehran.
"I know you can't be Jewish. Are you a practicing Christian?"
"Originally my Great Grandparents were Jewish but converted to Christianity. It wasn't safe to be Jewish. I sorely miss my house and the great life we led before Islam terrorists got in the way. It is a shame Obama did not speak out about these Islamic Terrorists earlier. Other ministers stuck their necks out."
"Obama has masqueraded as a great president. Yet he is Islamic too!"
"Will you be returning to the Encinitas Center soon?"
"Well I has been awhile. I had to recover from intestinal surgery and my wings have also been clipped."
The above conversation occurred at the Encinitas Center. I stayed around long enough to get a plate of fish and rice. Now both my mind and stomach were happy. You never know who you will bump into at the Encinitas' Lil' Oak Café.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Ocean Beach
Yesterday I had one of the best days of my life. With new gusto, I did what I felt.
And no wonder. I had a long glorious uninterrupted sleep in the comfy Motel Six. The A/C in the room kept any toxins out of my air filter. I thanked God for giving my another day, and remembered the words of Rabbi Carlback and "treat each day as if it were the second to the last day of your life."
Refreshed, I continued to learn about Picasso and editing my Trojan pictures. Chris, a retired San Diego State professor, donates each Thursday morning to the Encinitas' Senior Center. She taught computer science at that school. It felt great to straighten, and clean my football pictures.
Yet my legs spoke up as they usually do. George hightail it to Balboa Park. You can't miss this dance. I rode the 5 freeway and got off on Tenth Avenue. After a few left turns, President's Way took me to the parking lot.
I had time to buy a three dollar chili bowl at the San Diego Hall of Champions. That is where pictures of famous San Diego stars can be found along with taped narratives from recordings. You push a button and you can hear about the person you are looking at.
I walked across the lot to to the Bay Club and played a few ditties on the piano before entering the ballroom. It was twelve thirty so lessons had begun. I grabbed English and used her a a rag doll to learn a new step. I can't remember when having so much fun. Why I danced with a few other fillies and after about one hour, I had to leave.
Ocean Beach was my next stop, known as OB to surfers. I consider it one of the finest surfing beaches in Southern California. I parked my car at the Old Town rode the bus until my stop Cable Street appeared.I needed to make fliers for my up-and-coming book. After the print shop, I decided to eat lunch at the Wow Cafe, and what a mistake.
The Ocean Beach parking lot held many campers or trucks with shells. parking lot was full and a sign read that it closed from two to four each night. I felt free as the air as I mounted the steps to the pier. What looked like a too-young homeless boy lay on the beach. He was fast asleep and wore only trunks to hide him from the heat of the day.
It was a low tide day. A long stretch of seaweed and black rocks told me it was low tide. No longer did the waves lash the coastal walls. A few tourists tried to remove the sea urchins from below. It was a hot summery day when I entered the not restaurant.
I ordered the eleven dollar fish salad. A cool air conditioning room was not on the menu but I did not mind. The salad plate came while I read a discarded New York Times. Lettuce and croutons covered my plate. Only six or seven slices of fish on the top. Over the paper plate was a wrapping the held lettuce, croutons and six thin slices of fish. Then I knew why why it was called the Eight of my dollars went for the vie Wow view, and the two left for the meager fish salad I knew then to come only for breakfast. .
I returned on Cable Street and walked south to my #35 bus stop. The buses come every thirty minutes or so. A man my age, old, perched himself on the patio with his computer. I entered to pry information from the desk. A gal outside shouted.
"Can I assist you?" The young sun-burned damsel smiled. She sat with a buddy.
"Yes, I wish to find out how much the rooms here cost?"
"We have two rooms for one person. They are seventy a night. The others carry up to four to a room and cost $35 for an evening."
"Last time here they included breakfast."
"Still do."
I thanked the young gal and took up residence on a sun bleached bus bench on the sunny side of the street. The #35 returned me to Old Town. I placed my newspaper and book inside my trunk and left for the Patio Restaurant. I hoped that Augustine played some of my favorite tunes.
Luck was with me. The best guitar player in San Diego played several of his and of course Guantilamera. Now I am not sure of the spelling but his guitar and voice was all that I needed to make it a memorable day.
And no wonder. I had a long glorious uninterrupted sleep in the comfy Motel Six. The A/C in the room kept any toxins out of my air filter. I thanked God for giving my another day, and remembered the words of Rabbi Carlback and "treat each day as if it were the second to the last day of your life."
Refreshed, I continued to learn about Picasso and editing my Trojan pictures. Chris, a retired San Diego State professor, donates each Thursday morning to the Encinitas' Senior Center. She taught computer science at that school. It felt great to straighten, and clean my football pictures.
Yet my legs spoke up as they usually do. George hightail it to Balboa Park. You can't miss this dance. I rode the 5 freeway and got off on Tenth Avenue. After a few left turns, President's Way took me to the parking lot.
I had time to buy a three dollar chili bowl at the San Diego Hall of Champions. That is where pictures of famous San Diego stars can be found along with taped narratives from recordings. You push a button and you can hear about the person you are looking at.
I walked across the lot to to the Bay Club and played a few ditties on the piano before entering the ballroom. It was twelve thirty so lessons had begun. I grabbed English and used her a a rag doll to learn a new step. I can't remember when having so much fun. Why I danced with a few other fillies and after about one hour, I had to leave.
Ocean Beach was my next stop, known as OB to surfers. I consider it one of the finest surfing beaches in Southern California. I parked my car at the Old Town rode the bus until my stop Cable Street appeared.I needed to make fliers for my up-and-coming book. After the print shop, I decided to eat lunch at the Wow Cafe, and what a mistake.
The Ocean Beach parking lot held many campers or trucks with shells. parking lot was full and a sign read that it closed from two to four each night. I felt free as the air as I mounted the steps to the pier. What looked like a too-young homeless boy lay on the beach. He was fast asleep and wore only trunks to hide him from the heat of the day.
It was a low tide day. A long stretch of seaweed and black rocks told me it was low tide. No longer did the waves lash the coastal walls. A few tourists tried to remove the sea urchins from below. It was a hot summery day when I entered the not restaurant.
I ordered the eleven dollar fish salad. A cool air conditioning room was not on the menu but I did not mind. The salad plate came while I read a discarded New York Times. Lettuce and croutons covered my plate. Only six or seven slices of fish on the top. Over the paper plate was a wrapping the held lettuce, croutons and six thin slices of fish. Then I knew why why it was called the Eight of my dollars went for the vie Wow view, and the two left for the meager fish salad I knew then to come only for breakfast. .
I returned on Cable Street and walked south to my #35 bus stop. The buses come every thirty minutes or so. A man my age, old, perched himself on the patio with his computer. I entered to pry information from the desk. A gal outside shouted.
"Can I assist you?" The young sun-burned damsel smiled. She sat with a buddy.
"Yes, I wish to find out how much the rooms here cost?"
"We have two rooms for one person. They are seventy a night. The others carry up to four to a room and cost $35 for an evening."
"Last time here they included breakfast."
"Still do."
I thanked the young gal and took up residence on a sun bleached bus bench on the sunny side of the street. The #35 returned me to Old Town. I placed my newspaper and book inside my trunk and left for the Patio Restaurant. I hoped that Augustine played some of my favorite tunes.
Luck was with me. The best guitar player in San Diego played several of his and of course Guantilamera. Now I am not sure of the spelling but his guitar and voice was all that I needed to make it a memorable day.
Monday, October 20, 2014
San Juan Capistrano
So you wish to cut 20 percent from your budget. Just don't drive! Just follow me on my way to San Juan Capistrano and I will make a believer out of you.
Every other month, I meet my two Grand Daughters, Summer and Spring at the children's petting zoo at San Juan Capistrano. The Santa Fe train ticket costs me only twelve dollars, non-stop to San Juan Capistrano by with my Senior Compass Coaster card.
My Senior Coaster card not only provides free reigns on all type of transportation for one month, but also gives me free rides on six Amtrak trains -- as long as it is within the Oceanside to
San Diego corridor. Now I could have taken Metro-Link for a few dollars from Oceanside but the train left from San Diego and not Oceanside.
I picked up my Sunday L.A. Times and it included an article about budgeting your money. The article agreed with my blog. Living in San Diego on a shoe string is easy if you use other modes of transportation. Cutting out or limiting car mileage helps a lot. The article mentioned the couple saved over 20 percent by not driving their car. What was not mentioned was their insurance costs were cut in half.
I have been training it for over four years now and have saved thousands of dollars. I can read, talk, or just sit back and look at the scenery on the way to my destination. Yet by driving, there is the cost of gas, wear and tear on the car, stop and go traffic, stress and finding a parking place when you get there.
My #567 departed Santa Fe Station at about eight twenty four. After a few minutes breathing pure air, my nose unclogged and my mind opened up. The air cushioned breaks made me feel like Peter Pan on air.
First stop was Old Town. Since it was Sunday, I wondered what Father Ecker would be preaching inside the Catholic Immaculate Church. The #567 stopped at all Coaster stops. At the Sorrento Valley I looked for a deer but none were in sight today. More passengers boarded at Solana Beach and then Oceanside. It took about one hour for the train to hit Oceanside.
By the time the train hit the waist land between Oceanside and San Clemente I had forgotten all of my problems and looked forward to the day. After San Clemente I finally arrived at the San Juan Capistrano Station at ten o'clock. A little south of the train station I took the trail to the petting zoo.
I turned a corner and viewed a multitude of young women holding on to their infants. Then it happened. I heard my name and saw my daughter waving her hands. Already paid, I walked to where my two daughters had saddled two horses.
'Baby' Allison was strapped in with a workers holding the reigns. At a little over one year, she seemed at home while Olivia soaked up the morning sun on the other nag.
It was a moment to cherish on this perfect October day. My daughter and son-in-law never looked happier. For the first time, Spring did not whimper but seemed to relish the experience. My daughter was upset that she had overspent for Olivia's fourth birthday on the 30th.
"I spent over $500 for her birthday party. I invited her day are classmates to it. Also George, don't you have an apartment yet?"
Afterwards, the first restaurant we went to took over fifteen minutes to give us a menu Already on a tight budget, they decided to leave. My daughter needed time to study for an administrators license. But it did not stop me. In no way would I live this pristine city where swallows return each spring. Rejuvenated from the train ride, I felt like forking up a few dollars at Sarducci's Restaurant in back of the Santa Fe Depot.
While waiting for a table. I bought a return ticket on the one forty Amtrak. My name was called after about twenty minutes. The Chinese Chicken salad tasted perfect. I took my time and thought how great my life had become. The train back was late but who cared, I felt heavenly. (Not edited yet)
Every other month, I meet my two Grand Daughters, Summer and Spring at the children's petting zoo at San Juan Capistrano. The Santa Fe train ticket costs me only twelve dollars, non-stop to San Juan Capistrano by with my Senior Compass Coaster card.
My Senior Coaster card not only provides free reigns on all type of transportation for one month, but also gives me free rides on six Amtrak trains -- as long as it is within the Oceanside to
San Diego corridor. Now I could have taken Metro-Link for a few dollars from Oceanside but the train left from San Diego and not Oceanside.
I picked up my Sunday L.A. Times and it included an article about budgeting your money. The article agreed with my blog. Living in San Diego on a shoe string is easy if you use other modes of transportation. Cutting out or limiting car mileage helps a lot. The article mentioned the couple saved over 20 percent by not driving their car. What was not mentioned was their insurance costs were cut in half.
I have been training it for over four years now and have saved thousands of dollars. I can read, talk, or just sit back and look at the scenery on the way to my destination. Yet by driving, there is the cost of gas, wear and tear on the car, stop and go traffic, stress and finding a parking place when you get there.
My #567 departed Santa Fe Station at about eight twenty four. After a few minutes breathing pure air, my nose unclogged and my mind opened up. The air cushioned breaks made me feel like Peter Pan on air.
First stop was Old Town. Since it was Sunday, I wondered what Father Ecker would be preaching inside the Catholic Immaculate Church. The #567 stopped at all Coaster stops. At the Sorrento Valley I looked for a deer but none were in sight today. More passengers boarded at Solana Beach and then Oceanside. It took about one hour for the train to hit Oceanside.
By the time the train hit the waist land between Oceanside and San Clemente I had forgotten all of my problems and looked forward to the day. After San Clemente I finally arrived at the San Juan Capistrano Station at ten o'clock. A little south of the train station I took the trail to the petting zoo.
I turned a corner and viewed a multitude of young women holding on to their infants. Then it happened. I heard my name and saw my daughter waving her hands. Already paid, I walked to where my two daughters had saddled two horses.
'Baby' Allison was strapped in with a workers holding the reigns. At a little over one year, she seemed at home while Olivia soaked up the morning sun on the other nag.
It was a moment to cherish on this perfect October day. My daughter and son-in-law never looked happier. For the first time, Spring did not whimper but seemed to relish the experience. My daughter was upset that she had overspent for Olivia's fourth birthday on the 30th.
"I spent over $500 for her birthday party. I invited her day are classmates to it. Also George, don't you have an apartment yet?"
Afterwards, the first restaurant we went to took over fifteen minutes to give us a menu Already on a tight budget, they decided to leave. My daughter needed time to study for an administrators license. But it did not stop me. In no way would I live this pristine city where swallows return each spring. Rejuvenated from the train ride, I felt like forking up a few dollars at Sarducci's Restaurant in back of the Santa Fe Depot.
While waiting for a table. I bought a return ticket on the one forty Amtrak. My name was called after about twenty minutes. The Chinese Chicken salad tasted perfect. I took my time and thought how great my life had become. The train back was late but who cared, I felt heavenly. (Not edited yet)
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Carlsbad Dennis Restaurant
It has been a luxury staying at the Motel Six in Carlsbad, but today I will sail to the Also Rest Stop just outside of Oceanside. Again I had a small breakfast at Dennis, across the way from the hotel on Carlsbad Village Drive-just west of the Five freeway.
"Would you like a menu sir?"
"I know what I want. Get me the small senior breakfast." The six dollar special includes one egg, one bacon , and a small dish of smaller fruit.
The day before had been a long productive day. Thoughts of yesterday still steamed my mind. I drove to Balboa Park for their Thursday dance and also visited Larry at the Scripps Mercy hospital. He had been in a truck accident in Mexico and the doctors were draining his left leg. It felt good to speak to Larry Barnes about my own wows. His infected leg was propped up with a a towel draped around his infected ankle. The evening before, a surgeon had pushed a glass full of infected blue ice cream from this leg.
I met Jim from Ramona. He arrives at Dennis about the same time I do, six o'clock. The eatery is open all night. He was in a gay mood this morning when he arrived with his two helpers. His truck is outside and wears a well cropped set of hair for one my age. He saw me dancing to a catchy 50's number at the restaurant and turned around in the next booth.
'You look like a good dancer. May I ask what brings you here,"he asked
"I am going through a transition now. Looking for an apartment by the beach. What do you do in Ramona?"
"I help with the food program. We have six churches that give out free lunches to the homeless every day." We exchanged phone number. "I'll be coming down to see the play that made your city famous.
Later, I took a break and went to the Carlsbad Library for the North County Writer's Workshop that meets every Friday morning a room adjacent to the council chamber. No matter how well my writing has come along, there is always room for improvement.
"Would you like a menu sir?"
"I know what I want. Get me the small senior breakfast." The six dollar special includes one egg, one bacon , and a small dish of smaller fruit.
The day before had been a long productive day. Thoughts of yesterday still steamed my mind. I drove to Balboa Park for their Thursday dance and also visited Larry at the Scripps Mercy hospital. He had been in a truck accident in Mexico and the doctors were draining his left leg. It felt good to speak to Larry Barnes about my own wows. His infected leg was propped up with a a towel draped around his infected ankle. The evening before, a surgeon had pushed a glass full of infected blue ice cream from this leg.
I met Jim from Ramona. He arrives at Dennis about the same time I do, six o'clock. The eatery is open all night. He was in a gay mood this morning when he arrived with his two helpers. His truck is outside and wears a well cropped set of hair for one my age. He saw me dancing to a catchy 50's number at the restaurant and turned around in the next booth.
'You look like a good dancer. May I ask what brings you here,"he asked
"I am going through a transition now. Looking for an apartment by the beach. What do you do in Ramona?"
"I help with the food program. We have six churches that give out free lunches to the homeless every day." We exchanged phone number. "I'll be coming down to see the play that made your city famous.
Later, I took a break and went to the Carlsbad Library for the North County Writer's Workshop that meets every Friday morning a room adjacent to the council chamber. No matter how well my writing has come along, there is always room for improvement.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
TMJ and Paxil
As strange as it seems, three ladies I know came down with TMJ because of the disorder, dyslexia. The anxiety of the disorder that causes letters to be seen upside down, backwards, or in different order is no longer being ignored. But the damage has been done.
In my case, a family member had this anomaly in grade school. Her grades were never higher than an 'F'. The stress from it caused her Kaiser doctor to order heavy does of the drug Paxil. It handled the anxiety but also caused her teeth to grind....After twenty years, she lost them all and also jaw pain so severe she needed Botox treatments.
On the internet at the Encinitas Senior Center, this information came out as early as 2002. Yet all the doctors could do was apologize. Two other girl friends also had Dyslexia and both were given drugs and hence TMJ.
I taught reading for many years in East L.A. At the time, I knew that the whole word approach worked for many and for other phonics. Unknowingly my reinforcements worked in teaching the Dyslexics to read. Groups reading aloud had a big impact on my successful reading program.
And what a shame our health and educational system does not look for a cause but to nullify the systems.
As you can see, I am back in Carlsbad where the pure air from the Pacific has upgraded my mind, unlike the heavy air inside Sa n Diego. I had a croissant tuna at Linda's ice cream earlier and enjoyed the beach scene at her small ice cream parlor. But I am looking forward to tomorrow.
Tomorrow is fudge Wednesday at the Encinitas Senior Center's Li'l Old Oak Café . It will be served up with meat loaf and gravy. I just love it there since they tune the piano every month for me. This is the right time to beach it at Moon Light State Beach.
And I can't forget to go to the Midas Touch dance auto parts store off of Encinitas Blvd. A DJ plays fifties and sixties music to old timers who have not lost their edge to swing it to their favorite tunes. The fun begins at one o'clock and a donation of three dollars is all you need. Somehow I like not living in an apartment. It is too boring and regulated.\
Had a great sleep last night. Yet the African disease Ebola took over the brand new T.V. screen. I am glad I was born here rather than darkest Africa. Not only do I wash my hands every second, but I wear gloves to turn on the T.V. No longer will I entertain thoughts of visiting Portland by air. I will train it.
The London company that packages Paxil has been sued by over 90,000 people. Almost all of my daughters teeth and jaw problems can be traced to high dosages and overuse by a Kaiser Psychiatric doctor. On the stock exchange, the company is worth over 35 billlion.
Kaiser doctors treat ailments with drugs. and I am sure Kaiser get a good kick back. Instead of finding the cause of the problem like anxiety, they mask it with medication and a shorter life span.
Well got to go to the Midas Touch for dancing now. Can't wait to see how many 'beauts' will entertain me. From there will entertain an Assistant Living Center. By-by.
In my case, a family member had this anomaly in grade school. Her grades were never higher than an 'F'. The stress from it caused her Kaiser doctor to order heavy does of the drug Paxil. It handled the anxiety but also caused her teeth to grind....After twenty years, she lost them all and also jaw pain so severe she needed Botox treatments.
On the internet at the Encinitas Senior Center, this information came out as early as 2002. Yet all the doctors could do was apologize. Two other girl friends also had Dyslexia and both were given drugs and hence TMJ.
I taught reading for many years in East L.A. At the time, I knew that the whole word approach worked for many and for other phonics. Unknowingly my reinforcements worked in teaching the Dyslexics to read. Groups reading aloud had a big impact on my successful reading program.
And what a shame our health and educational system does not look for a cause but to nullify the systems.
As you can see, I am back in Carlsbad where the pure air from the Pacific has upgraded my mind, unlike the heavy air inside Sa n Diego. I had a croissant tuna at Linda's ice cream earlier and enjoyed the beach scene at her small ice cream parlor. But I am looking forward to tomorrow.
Tomorrow is fudge Wednesday at the Encinitas Senior Center's Li'l Old Oak Café . It will be served up with meat loaf and gravy. I just love it there since they tune the piano every month for me. This is the right time to beach it at Moon Light State Beach.
And I can't forget to go to the Midas Touch dance auto parts store off of Encinitas Blvd. A DJ plays fifties and sixties music to old timers who have not lost their edge to swing it to their favorite tunes. The fun begins at one o'clock and a donation of three dollars is all you need. Somehow I like not living in an apartment. It is too boring and regulated.\
Had a great sleep last night. Yet the African disease Ebola took over the brand new T.V. screen. I am glad I was born here rather than darkest Africa. Not only do I wash my hands every second, but I wear gloves to turn on the T.V. No longer will I entertain thoughts of visiting Portland by air. I will train it.
The London company that packages Paxil has been sued by over 90,000 people. Almost all of my daughters teeth and jaw problems can be traced to high dosages and overuse by a Kaiser Psychiatric doctor. On the stock exchange, the company is worth over 35 billlion.
Kaiser doctors treat ailments with drugs. and I am sure Kaiser get a good kick back. Instead of finding the cause of the problem like anxiety, they mask it with medication and a shorter life span.
Well got to go to the Midas Touch for dancing now. Can't wait to see how many 'beauts' will entertain me. From there will entertain an Assistant Living Center. By-by.
Downtown San Diego
My buddy tore up his leg in Tijuana. He packed goods inside a truck for relief of flood victims last month in a torrential hurricane. A truck broadsided his vehicle the caused a black and blue right leg. His leg infection was so bad he now had had two operations. The good think about my visits is that I can enjoy their breakfast, and Chef Cindy's darling spinach with other greens and a bacon or two-all for three ninety five. Again we are at the Scripps' Hospital off of Washington Blvd
Last night I had the best sleep in a long while. My buddies Larry and Stan allowed me to sleep on their apartment couch in the San Diego downtown area. What a blessing! Even though I woke up at about two, it was great knowing somebody Jewish cared. They live a little south of Thirteenth and Market in a large apartment complex with a view of the Central Library and Petco Park. It is a large apartment building not far from the -large apartment building that overlooks Petco Park and a slice of the Harbor.
There is always excitement in this heart of San Diego with its panhandlers, pimps and quick eateries. There is a smell here unlike the smell by the City's Broadway Harbor off of Broadway. It is good clean heavy dead sweat without the deodorants used by San Diego's yellow ties.
The Blue and Orange Line Trolleys run every fifteen minutes on Park Blvd, about one block from their Thirteenth Street address. A dentist can make a great living treating these patrons with missing teeth. They get off and on at will, seldom hassled by the T.S.A. or transit police. In-and-Out markets are on every corner advertising power drinks, energy drinks and hot doggies, two for a dollar.
I checked on an apartment building off of Market and Tenth and there was a waiting list of one hundred before me. San Diego sorely needs low income housing but its City Council is too busy keeping electronic cigarettes out of convenience stores. Todd Gloria and his other City Council Cronies don't give a dam for the homeless. They wish to build San Diego into the biggest attraction since the Barnum and Bailey Circus came to town forty years ago.
Downtown is a mixture of ethnic groups with white and blacks dominating the pavement. It is impossible to get parking and if you do, watch out for the meter maids. They'll find a way to ticket you. The City of San Diego's main source of income is parking tickets. It also seems that their streets are cleaned not to remove dirt, but to give tickets for those who park on cleaning days
There goes another fire truck. Deaths occur every hour. The trucks pick up the dead mainly in the morning hours when the city stretches its arms with street cars, buses and an endless line of Ralph's shopping carts, dog walkers and luggage pushers. The humid dirty air is the culprit. You see unlike cities who live off the ocean air, San Diego has humid tropical air brought in from the border. And get this. Few apartments have an Air conditioning. Only the major hotels do.
Just look at their shoes to see if they are real homeless They pull luggage and look inside trash cans at every corner. Just look how dark they have become and you can tell how long they have lived on the street. Fortunately churches dole out food once a week.
I visited Larry for most of Sunday and Stan-the-Man made a key for me. No longer would I slumber inside a motel or the rest stop outside Oceanside. Just maybe Lindsay throwing me out after I had paid the rent will create big changes. Too bad her doctor gave her heavy doses of Paxil. The drugs removed every tooth in her mouth and made her jaw hurt. . Hell, she was only twelve at the time.
Before I took the elevator up to his 800 room, I needed to relax after a great stay inside the living quarter's living room. Again the spinach stole the show with a little help from the biscuit and scramble eggs. The big news item on the cafe's T.V. was about how the second person had come down with the disease. I finished my coffee and tore up to his room. Larry was reading the bible with his left leg propped up.
"Wow you are hear so early. How did it go in our apartment."
"I had a great sleep and woke up to read a book on the night stand. It was about the In-and-Out burger by Rand. It was great how their equation was simply the best beef and friendly way they treated their employees and patrons. A good book is a swell way to finish off a good sleep."
"George, I have no more pain in my ankle and the purple over my knee is better. The rabbi wishes you to attend their pizza lunch on Wednesday. Ann oh yes, David is coming tonight and is aware of the damages that Paxil can do over a life span."
"Well I am going to go to the San Marcos Kaiser Membership to get Dr. Park's fax or telephone number. Her doctor has to be made aware of the seriousness of her problem. Hell, they are the ones who made her a dope head. She never would have needed some of the drugs if only her real problem had been dealt with."
So as not to bore you, I left and drove the #5 freeway to the Palomar Airport Drive. Soon I arrived at the membership for Kaiser. Not only did Irene not help me, but she confessed that Kaiser has no internet or book of hospitals. Hell I I wished for was to contact her doctor. Her one drug of Paxil has turned into three or four drugs now.
What a shame her Kaiser doctor treated her with all of them drugs instead of getting to the cause, anger. ,
Last night I had the best sleep in a long while. My buddies Larry and Stan allowed me to sleep on their apartment couch in the San Diego downtown area. What a blessing! Even though I woke up at about two, it was great knowing somebody Jewish cared. They live a little south of Thirteenth and Market in a large apartment complex with a view of the Central Library and Petco Park. It is a large apartment building not far from the -large apartment building that overlooks Petco Park and a slice of the Harbor.
There is always excitement in this heart of San Diego with its panhandlers, pimps and quick eateries. There is a smell here unlike the smell by the City's Broadway Harbor off of Broadway. It is good clean heavy dead sweat without the deodorants used by San Diego's yellow ties.
The Blue and Orange Line Trolleys run every fifteen minutes on Park Blvd, about one block from their Thirteenth Street address. A dentist can make a great living treating these patrons with missing teeth. They get off and on at will, seldom hassled by the T.S.A. or transit police. In-and-Out markets are on every corner advertising power drinks, energy drinks and hot doggies, two for a dollar.
I checked on an apartment building off of Market and Tenth and there was a waiting list of one hundred before me. San Diego sorely needs low income housing but its City Council is too busy keeping electronic cigarettes out of convenience stores. Todd Gloria and his other City Council Cronies don't give a dam for the homeless. They wish to build San Diego into the biggest attraction since the Barnum and Bailey Circus came to town forty years ago.
Downtown is a mixture of ethnic groups with white and blacks dominating the pavement. It is impossible to get parking and if you do, watch out for the meter maids. They'll find a way to ticket you. The City of San Diego's main source of income is parking tickets. It also seems that their streets are cleaned not to remove dirt, but to give tickets for those who park on cleaning days
There goes another fire truck. Deaths occur every hour. The trucks pick up the dead mainly in the morning hours when the city stretches its arms with street cars, buses and an endless line of Ralph's shopping carts, dog walkers and luggage pushers. The humid dirty air is the culprit. You see unlike cities who live off the ocean air, San Diego has humid tropical air brought in from the border. And get this. Few apartments have an Air conditioning. Only the major hotels do.
Just look at their shoes to see if they are real homeless They pull luggage and look inside trash cans at every corner. Just look how dark they have become and you can tell how long they have lived on the street. Fortunately churches dole out food once a week.
I visited Larry for most of Sunday and Stan-the-Man made a key for me. No longer would I slumber inside a motel or the rest stop outside Oceanside. Just maybe Lindsay throwing me out after I had paid the rent will create big changes. Too bad her doctor gave her heavy doses of Paxil. The drugs removed every tooth in her mouth and made her jaw hurt. . Hell, she was only twelve at the time.
Before I took the elevator up to his 800 room, I needed to relax after a great stay inside the living quarter's living room. Again the spinach stole the show with a little help from the biscuit and scramble eggs. The big news item on the cafe's T.V. was about how the second person had come down with the disease. I finished my coffee and tore up to his room. Larry was reading the bible with his left leg propped up.
"Wow you are hear so early. How did it go in our apartment."
"I had a great sleep and woke up to read a book on the night stand. It was about the In-and-Out burger by Rand. It was great how their equation was simply the best beef and friendly way they treated their employees and patrons. A good book is a swell way to finish off a good sleep."
"George, I have no more pain in my ankle and the purple over my knee is better. The rabbi wishes you to attend their pizza lunch on Wednesday. Ann oh yes, David is coming tonight and is aware of the damages that Paxil can do over a life span."
"Well I am going to go to the San Marcos Kaiser Membership to get Dr. Park's fax or telephone number. Her doctor has to be made aware of the seriousness of her problem. Hell, they are the ones who made her a dope head. She never would have needed some of the drugs if only her real problem had been dealt with."
So as not to bore you, I left and drove the #5 freeway to the Palomar Airport Drive. Soon I arrived at the membership for Kaiser. Not only did Irene not help me, but she confessed that Kaiser has no internet or book of hospitals. Hell I I wished for was to contact her doctor. Her one drug of Paxil has turned into three or four drugs now.
What a shame her Kaiser doctor treated her with all of them drugs instead of getting to the cause, anger. ,
Monday, October 13, 2014
A Return Visit to the Mercy Scrip's Hospital
My buddy tore up his leg in Tijuana. He packed goods inside a truck for relief of flood victims last month in a torrential hurricane. A truck broadsided his vehicle the caused a black and blue right leg. His leg infection was so bad he now had had two operations. The good think about my visits is that I can enjoy their breakfast, and Chef Cindy's darling spinach with other greens and a bacon or two-all for three ninety five. Again we are at the Scripps' Hospital off of Washington Blvd
Last night I had the best sleep in a long while. My buddies Larry and Stan allowed me to sleep on their apartment couch in the San Diego downtown area. What a blessing! Even though I woke up at about two, it was great knowing somebody Jewish cared. They live a little south of Thirteenth and Market in a large apartment complex with a view of the Central Library and Petco Park. It is a large apartment building not far from the -large apartment building that overlooks Petco Park and a slice of the Harbor.
There is always excitement in this heart of San Diego with its panhandlers, pimps and quick eateries. There is a smell here unlike the smell by the Cities Harbor on Broadway. It is good clean heavy sweat without the deodorants used by San Diego's yellow ties.
The Blue and Orange Line Trolleys run every fifteen minutes on Park Blvd, about one block from their Thirteenth Street address. A dentist can make a great living treating these patrons with missing teeth. They get off and on at will, seldom hassled by the T.S.A. or transit police. In-and-Out markets are on every corner advertising power drinks and hot doggies for two for a dollar.
I checked on an apartment building off of Market and there was a waiting list of one hundred before me. San Diego sorely needs low income housing but its City Council is too busy keeping electronic cigarettes out of convenience stores. Todd Gloria and his other cronies don't give a dam for the homeless. They wish to build San Diego into the biggest attraction since the Barnum and Bailey Circus came to town.
Downtown is a mixture of ethnic groups with white and blacks dominating the pavement. It is impossible to get parking and if you do, watch out for the meter maids. They'll find a way to ticket you. The City of San Diego's main source of income is parking tickets. It also seems that their streets are cleaned not to remove dirt, but to give tickets for those who park on cleaning days
There goes another fire truck. Deaths occur every hour. The trucks pick up the dead mainly in the morning hours when the city stretches its arms with street cars, buses and an endless line of Ralph's shopping carts, dog walkers and luggage pushers. The humid dirty air is the culprit. You see unlike cities who live off the ocean air, San Diego has humid tropical air brought in from the border. And get this. Few apartments have an Air conditioning. Only the major hotels do.
Just look at their shoes to see if they are real homeless They pull luggage and look inside trash cans at every corner. Just look how dark they have become and you can tell how long they have lived on the street. Fortunately churches dole out food once a week.
I visited Larry for most of Sunday and Stan-the-Man made a key for me. No longer would I slumber inside a motel or the rest stop outside Oceanside. Just maybe Lindsay throwing me out after I had paid the rent will create big changes. Too bad her doctor gave her heavy doses of Paxil. The drugs removed every tooth in her mouth and made her jaw hurt. . Hell, she was only twelve at the time.
Before I took the elevator up to his 800 room, I needed to relax after a great stay inside the living quarter's living room. Again the spinach stole the show with a little help from the biscuit and scramble eggs. The big news item on the cafe's T.V. was about how the second person had come down with the disease. I finished my coffee and tore up to his room. Larry was reading the bible with his left leg propped up.
"Wow you are hear so early. How did it go in our apartment."
"I had a great sleep and woke up to read a book on the night stand. It was about the In-and-Out burger by Rand. It was great how their equation was simply the best beef and friendly way they treated their employees and patrons. A good book is a swell way to finish off a good sleep."
"George, I have no more pain in my ankle and the purple over my knee is better. The rabbi wishes you to attend their pizza lunch on Wednesday. Ann oh yes, David is coming tonight and is aware of the damages that Paxil can do over a life span."
"Well I am going to go to the San Marcos Kaiser. Maybe they can help me to make her doctor aware of the seriousness of her problem. Hell, they are the ones who made her a dope head. She never would have needed some of the drugs if only her real problem had been dealt with."
So as not to bore you, I left and drove the #5 freeway to the Palomar Airport Drive. Soon I arrived at the membership for Kaiser. Not only did Irene not help me, but she confessed that Kaiser has no internet or book of hospitals. Hell I I wished for was to contact her doctor. Her one drug of Paxil has turned into three or four. (Not edited or finished.)
Last night I had the best sleep in a long while. My buddies Larry and Stan allowed me to sleep on their apartment couch in the San Diego downtown area. What a blessing! Even though I woke up at about two, it was great knowing somebody Jewish cared. They live a little south of Thirteenth and Market in a large apartment complex with a view of the Central Library and Petco Park. It is a large apartment building not far from the -large apartment building that overlooks Petco Park and a slice of the Harbor.
There is always excitement in this heart of San Diego with its panhandlers, pimps and quick eateries. There is a smell here unlike the smell by the Cities Harbor on Broadway. It is good clean heavy sweat without the deodorants used by San Diego's yellow ties.
The Blue and Orange Line Trolleys run every fifteen minutes on Park Blvd, about one block from their Thirteenth Street address. A dentist can make a great living treating these patrons with missing teeth. They get off and on at will, seldom hassled by the T.S.A. or transit police. In-and-Out markets are on every corner advertising power drinks and hot doggies for two for a dollar.
I checked on an apartment building off of Market and there was a waiting list of one hundred before me. San Diego sorely needs low income housing but its City Council is too busy keeping electronic cigarettes out of convenience stores. Todd Gloria and his other cronies don't give a dam for the homeless. They wish to build San Diego into the biggest attraction since the Barnum and Bailey Circus came to town.
Downtown is a mixture of ethnic groups with white and blacks dominating the pavement. It is impossible to get parking and if you do, watch out for the meter maids. They'll find a way to ticket you. The City of San Diego's main source of income is parking tickets. It also seems that their streets are cleaned not to remove dirt, but to give tickets for those who park on cleaning days
There goes another fire truck. Deaths occur every hour. The trucks pick up the dead mainly in the morning hours when the city stretches its arms with street cars, buses and an endless line of Ralph's shopping carts, dog walkers and luggage pushers. The humid dirty air is the culprit. You see unlike cities who live off the ocean air, San Diego has humid tropical air brought in from the border. And get this. Few apartments have an Air conditioning. Only the major hotels do.
Just look at their shoes to see if they are real homeless They pull luggage and look inside trash cans at every corner. Just look how dark they have become and you can tell how long they have lived on the street. Fortunately churches dole out food once a week.
I visited Larry for most of Sunday and Stan-the-Man made a key for me. No longer would I slumber inside a motel or the rest stop outside Oceanside. Just maybe Lindsay throwing me out after I had paid the rent will create big changes. Too bad her doctor gave her heavy doses of Paxil. The drugs removed every tooth in her mouth and made her jaw hurt. . Hell, she was only twelve at the time.
Before I took the elevator up to his 800 room, I needed to relax after a great stay inside the living quarter's living room. Again the spinach stole the show with a little help from the biscuit and scramble eggs. The big news item on the cafe's T.V. was about how the second person had come down with the disease. I finished my coffee and tore up to his room. Larry was reading the bible with his left leg propped up.
"Wow you are hear so early. How did it go in our apartment."
"I had a great sleep and woke up to read a book on the night stand. It was about the In-and-Out burger by Rand. It was great how their equation was simply the best beef and friendly way they treated their employees and patrons. A good book is a swell way to finish off a good sleep."
"George, I have no more pain in my ankle and the purple over my knee is better. The rabbi wishes you to attend their pizza lunch on Wednesday. Ann oh yes, David is coming tonight and is aware of the damages that Paxil can do over a life span."
"Well I am going to go to the San Marcos Kaiser. Maybe they can help me to make her doctor aware of the seriousness of her problem. Hell, they are the ones who made her a dope head. She never would have needed some of the drugs if only her real problem had been dealt with."
So as not to bore you, I left and drove the #5 freeway to the Palomar Airport Drive. Soon I arrived at the membership for Kaiser. Not only did Irene not help me, but she confessed that Kaiser has no internet or book of hospitals. Hell I I wished for was to contact her doctor. Her one drug of Paxil has turned into three or four. (Not edited or finished.)
Monday, October 6, 2014
Carlsbad Village/Linda's Ice Cream
I have been two-stepping it for the last two weeks, between the Alisa Rest Stop and the Motel Six. Like my daughter told me, there is always good and bad with every choice we make. She made a decision to kick me out of her apartment two weeks ago, and that has made all of the difference.
"Bet I know what you want, the croissant tuna sandwich." I had entered Linda's Ice Cream store at the foot of Carlsbad Village Drive and a few feet from the ocean. I sat on an outside patio chair with a cool ocean breeze caressing me.
Her ice cream store sits a few feet from the two main streets that cross each other. They are Carlsbad Village Drive and Carlsbad Blvd. It is the busiest intersection in all of North County. No right turn is allowed when the Neon comes on. A green light means pedestrians can walk across diagonally.
The Daily News cafe is on one side and the old Victorian Ocean House sits on the other. There is a fish house on one corner and drug store on the other.
Shauna asks me if I will order an ice cream cone. "Well if I have room for it. If I do, it will be the usual, the sherbet chocolate cone . Just love your 30's hairdo. You look lovely dear. .
The evening before I had a bout with food poisoning and also an asthma attack at a rest stop. Now it was my time to relax and enjoy the day, one minute at a time. The beautiful sea in all of its glory made me feel alive.
Linda's Dreyer's ice cream store has been a favorite of mine Her pickled tuna sandwiches, with olives and peppers kept me alive four years ago during my first visit to this beach community.
"We missed you George. Remember the name you gave the other gal?" She was speaking about the owners tall and skinny daughter. I took off my saddle back shoes and placed my tired feet on the cool pavement. My toes thanked me for allowing them air time. "Hell yes. I called her Icabad Crane, the wandering school teacher in Washington Irving's Legend of Sleeping Hollow. My kids in high school just loved for me to read it aloud in class. It was my favorite story just before Halloween.
Her rolled up hair buns winked at me. On my table now sat my favorite sandwich. I could smell the hefty amount of fresh tuna while I surveyed the sandwich. I waited a few second for my juices to flow inside my mouth before I picked it up.
Part of the Croissant tore off, but I didn't mind one bite. My first bite I savored for up to one minute. My body shook with delight while I picked up the pickle to give it more spice. So tasty it was, I almost ate the ends of my fingers off from nail to knuckle.
It took me all of one hour to drench my body with this treat. I left the best olives for last. I reentered Linda's and before my lips moved, Shana spoke. "Don't tell me. You wish the Sherbet, chocolate on a sugar cone...right?
The three glorious lumps she topped on the cone was more than I could eat. It melted so fast my lips had to go into overdrive swirling around and around the cone. I did not wish the pavement to taste any of my ice cream treat.
The one hour hot bath I took at the Motel Six's motel had taken its toll. I needed time to rest. Television only upset me. I have had enough of football, Obama's promises, and all the sex, violence and boring shows T.V offered.
Instead I removed a biography about John Wayne and dreamed about making love to Marlene Dietrick the same way John Wayne did. She was a sexy movie star from the 30's.
At about seven o'clock, I drove to the Tip Top restaurant off of Palomar Road. A herd of cars were creeping along the other way. These idiots braved the 100 degree heat to watch the Miramar Air Show.
I woke up at one o'clock nervous. I knew it must have been my food poisoning or just the excitement of staying alive.
Just for this week: Intend to oil and lube my car Dolly. In back of the Mobil Station off the 5 is one of the best mechanics in all North County. Will have my Midas touch at the Wednesday dance at one o'clock. Also will go to Balboa Park for their Thursday dance. Like the October weather, I am hot to trot this month.
Nuts and Bolts for November: Will be at the Town and Country in hotel circle to hear over 100 20's jazz bands. Also the nags will be running at Del Mar in that month.
"Bet I know what you want, the croissant tuna sandwich." I had entered Linda's Ice Cream store at the foot of Carlsbad Village Drive and a few feet from the ocean. I sat on an outside patio chair with a cool ocean breeze caressing me.
Her ice cream store sits a few feet from the two main streets that cross each other. They are Carlsbad Village Drive and Carlsbad Blvd. It is the busiest intersection in all of North County. No right turn is allowed when the Neon comes on. A green light means pedestrians can walk across diagonally.
The Daily News cafe is on one side and the old Victorian Ocean House sits on the other. There is a fish house on one corner and drug store on the other.
Shauna asks me if I will order an ice cream cone. "Well if I have room for it. If I do, it will be the usual, the sherbet chocolate cone . Just love your 30's hairdo. You look lovely dear. .
The evening before I had a bout with food poisoning and also an asthma attack at a rest stop. Now it was my time to relax and enjoy the day, one minute at a time. The beautiful sea in all of its glory made me feel alive.
Linda's Dreyer's ice cream store has been a favorite of mine Her pickled tuna sandwiches, with olives and peppers kept me alive four years ago during my first visit to this beach community.
"We missed you George. Remember the name you gave the other gal?" She was speaking about the owners tall and skinny daughter. I took off my saddle back shoes and placed my tired feet on the cool pavement. My toes thanked me for allowing them air time. "Hell yes. I called her Icabad Crane, the wandering school teacher in Washington Irving's Legend of Sleeping Hollow. My kids in high school just loved for me to read it aloud in class. It was my favorite story just before Halloween.
Her rolled up hair buns winked at me. On my table now sat my favorite sandwich. I could smell the hefty amount of fresh tuna while I surveyed the sandwich. I waited a few second for my juices to flow inside my mouth before I picked it up.
Part of the Croissant tore off, but I didn't mind one bite. My first bite I savored for up to one minute. My body shook with delight while I picked up the pickle to give it more spice. So tasty it was, I almost ate the ends of my fingers off from nail to knuckle.
It took me all of one hour to drench my body with this treat. I left the best olives for last. I reentered Linda's and before my lips moved, Shana spoke. "Don't tell me. You wish the Sherbet, chocolate on a sugar cone...right?
The three glorious lumps she topped on the cone was more than I could eat. It melted so fast my lips had to go into overdrive swirling around and around the cone. I did not wish the pavement to taste any of my ice cream treat.
The one hour hot bath I took at the Motel Six's motel had taken its toll. I needed time to rest. Television only upset me. I have had enough of football, Obama's promises, and all the sex, violence and boring shows T.V offered.
Instead I removed a biography about John Wayne and dreamed about making love to Marlene Dietrick the same way John Wayne did. She was a sexy movie star from the 30's.
At about seven o'clock, I drove to the Tip Top restaurant off of Palomar Road. A herd of cars were creeping along the other way. These idiots braved the 100 degree heat to watch the Miramar Air Show.
I woke up at one o'clock nervous. I knew it must have been my food poisoning or just the excitement of staying alive.
Just for this week: Intend to oil and lube my car Dolly. In back of the Mobil Station off the 5 is one of the best mechanics in all North County. Will have my Midas touch at the Wednesday dance at one o'clock. Also will go to Balboa Park for their Thursday dance. Like the October weather, I am hot to trot this month.
Nuts and Bolts for November: Will be at the Town and Country in hotel circle to hear over 100 20's jazz bands. Also the nags will be running at Del Mar in that month.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Metro-Link Trip to Los Angeles
Yesterday morning, I woke up with lots of piss and vinegar. I had slept well in my car and needed to air out my mind. The Metro-Link would just be divine. Three were leaving the Oceanside Transit Station at about half past four, five and six.
Before I embarked, I needed to beef me up for the trip. From the rest stop, I went south on the 5 until the yellow Dennis sign signaled me to enter Coast Highway. I couldn't miss its yellow sign. I turned off on Coast Highway and turned around. The famous coffee shop sat next to a Mobile Station. The young attendant served me up the breakfast special and even made a fresh brewed coffee for me.
"Mam, is this the end of the Coast Highway before the name changes to the Pacific Coast Highway?"
"That is correct. and if you go take that street further, you will hit our Harbor area. Can I top off your cup."
"No, but tell me how to get to the Oceanside Transit Station from here."
"Continue on the Coast Highway, but go south. Eventually, it becomes Oceanside Blvd."
I found the Transit Station and went to the ticket machine. Parking was free in this lot and in the other you could park for three days.
I pressed a few buttons and slipped my ten dollar bill inside its mouth. Two and a half dollars dripped down the machine along with my $7.50 one way ticket to Los Angeles. That is the senior rate. I needed to get to U.S.C. to get permission to use their trademark.
With luck, I just made it for the 5:40 train and took a seat by the window. I wished to see the morning sun wake up and make the valley look like a multicolored ice cream cone. I interrupted my view to continue reading my book about Winston Sidney Churchill, the grandson of the cigar smoking grandfather.
Today many people never heard of this great man. He was the only one who forewarned the English Parliament of the threat of Germany. He stood up while others went to sleep and allowed Hitler to inhale almost every European country.Without him, we would be speaking German today.
"Next stop Anaheim. Make sure to make these stops brief and don't forget anything. Thank you for riding Metro-Link. The conductor repeated these words in San Clemente, San Juan Capistrano, Tustin, Orange and so forth.
I arrived at Union Station at about eight o'clock and proceeded to take two Dash mini buses to U.S.C. I didn't mind the heat since it was still early. I made it to the U.S.C. library and walked up the steps. To my surprise, Claude Zachery's door was open. I did not enter but knocked. He is the head of the U.S.C. Archives.
"Well if it isn't George Garrett. You look great. I have something for you."
He gave me a folder that I had left two years ago and he probed more about my football story.
"Schindler is not surely still living, is he?"
"Not only living but he is the last of his class who remains. I know because I paid him a visit and was thrown out by his son."
Well not to bore the reader, I allowed him to insert my flash drive of the football story. His eyes lit up and excitement prevailed. He JPG's three other pictures of Schindler onto my thumb drive. His eyes told me I was a successful writer.
"Got to get it published while he is alive. I am going to the book store and their Heritage Museum."
Wow, to see his excitement. He knew now that I had Seabiscuit in my rear view mirror. His buddy's picture is due out in December and I will preview my book soon. Read the book Unbroken and you'll find out his buddy was Luis Zamperini
I spent the remainder of the day inside the Los Angeles Library to copy pictures from the Daily News, a favorite paper of my family. It became too hot later, so hot I needed to go inside the underground on Flower to ward off the heat. I returned on the same train tired, but satisfied my book was finished and now ready to be published.
Before I embarked, I needed to beef me up for the trip. From the rest stop, I went south on the 5 until the yellow Dennis sign signaled me to enter Coast Highway. I couldn't miss its yellow sign. I turned off on Coast Highway and turned around. The famous coffee shop sat next to a Mobile Station. The young attendant served me up the breakfast special and even made a fresh brewed coffee for me.
"Mam, is this the end of the Coast Highway before the name changes to the Pacific Coast Highway?"
"That is correct. and if you go take that street further, you will hit our Harbor area. Can I top off your cup."
"No, but tell me how to get to the Oceanside Transit Station from here."
"Continue on the Coast Highway, but go south. Eventually, it becomes Oceanside Blvd."
I found the Transit Station and went to the ticket machine. Parking was free in this lot and in the other you could park for three days.
I pressed a few buttons and slipped my ten dollar bill inside its mouth. Two and a half dollars dripped down the machine along with my $7.50 one way ticket to Los Angeles. That is the senior rate. I needed to get to U.S.C. to get permission to use their trademark.
With luck, I just made it for the 5:40 train and took a seat by the window. I wished to see the morning sun wake up and make the valley look like a multicolored ice cream cone. I interrupted my view to continue reading my book about Winston Sidney Churchill, the grandson of the cigar smoking grandfather.
Today many people never heard of this great man. He was the only one who forewarned the English Parliament of the threat of Germany. He stood up while others went to sleep and allowed Hitler to inhale almost every European country.Without him, we would be speaking German today.
"Next stop Anaheim. Make sure to make these stops brief and don't forget anything. Thank you for riding Metro-Link. The conductor repeated these words in San Clemente, San Juan Capistrano, Tustin, Orange and so forth.
I arrived at Union Station at about eight o'clock and proceeded to take two Dash mini buses to U.S.C. I didn't mind the heat since it was still early. I made it to the U.S.C. library and walked up the steps. To my surprise, Claude Zachery's door was open. I did not enter but knocked. He is the head of the U.S.C. Archives.
"Well if it isn't George Garrett. You look great. I have something for you."
He gave me a folder that I had left two years ago and he probed more about my football story.
"Schindler is not surely still living, is he?"
"Not only living but he is the last of his class who remains. I know because I paid him a visit and was thrown out by his son."
Well not to bore the reader, I allowed him to insert my flash drive of the football story. His eyes lit up and excitement prevailed. He JPG's three other pictures of Schindler onto my thumb drive. His eyes told me I was a successful writer.
"Got to get it published while he is alive. I am going to the book store and their Heritage Museum."
Wow, to see his excitement. He knew now that I had Seabiscuit in my rear view mirror. His buddy's picture is due out in December and I will preview my book soon. Read the book Unbroken and you'll find out his buddy was Luis Zamperini
I spent the remainder of the day inside the Los Angeles Library to copy pictures from the Daily News, a favorite paper of my family. It became too hot later, so hot I needed to go inside the underground on Flower to ward off the heat. I returned on the same train tired, but satisfied my book was finished and now ready to be published.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
The Secret
To save money, I sleep, free of charge, at the Aliso Rest Stop located a mile north of Oceanside. Cramped inside my Cavalier, it is difficult to move so I take a sleeping pill to forget the pain for lack of space. With my disabled license plate, I can park all night and have use of their restrooms.
There are bathrooms, a telephone box, and food dispensary in the center of the grounds. It is a treat to watch the food court in the middle of the grounds. I do enjoy watching the sun go down and wake up in the morning -- that us if there is no fog. The dispensary sells everything from candy, nuts, drinks, and of course birth control items. .
The truckers park on the north side of the grounds and the cars the south. The sound of the grinding truck motors signal me it is time to leave the rest stop and head to my favorite restaurant, Dennis.
I must go an off-ramp or two to turn around and go south. Two miles away is Dennis and my excitement heightens with the thought of pancakes and sausages to ward off the cold chill- even though I use a converter. I tailgate a truck who also gets off at the Mission Blvd off-ramp. In front of me is Dennis and a Mobile station. It is about seven o'clock.
"What can I get you sweety?"
"What about the pancake special that includes sausages and eggs?..Is the Coffee fresh?"
"Just made a new batch. Do you wish cream and sugar?"
"Great!"
I go to their mirror-less restroom to shave a freshen up. At times I even change my sticky underwear. I comb my hair and get ready for my breakfast. Why the smell of the fresh coffee is worth the bill of fare. Two doused Marines from enter and drop inside a booth. two old bearded gents sleep one off.
I eat ever-so slowly to allow my taste buds to awaken. My body jumps as the food intake wakes all organs up. The combination of meat, eggs, and pancakes make today worthwhile. Afterwards I get ready to return to the Five and make it to Carlsbad. One can see the Motel Six from the freeway. To the right is another Denny's and its sister, the Motel Six. And its is not by mere chance they co-exist next to one-another.
At six in the morning I arrived. The desk clerk gives me the card key to #229, a rear unit that backs up to Grand Blvd. Jittery from sleep deprivation, It feels like heaven watch T.V. and shut my eyes for an hour. After a leisurely hot shower, I decided to visit Ron's across the street for a haircut. Ron's Barber Shop is a taste of Americana.
I wanted to look my best so a haircut and new pants were placed on my agenda. As usual, a few old geezers like me spoke about baseball or major events in their lives at Ron's Barber shop. But I felt dizzy so Ron suggested a breakfast at Denny's.
The breakfast gave me the pick up I sorely needed. At about ten o'clock, I visited the senior center to write and get help from Toni. I had used JPG program and wished to become a the Picasso of picture art. Besides, my son-in-law told me "pictures sell books. It felt great learning a little each time but sorely missed having a full time paid tutor.
I did not sign up for the Encinitas' Senior lunch but Abe donated half of his sandwich. Target was my next stop down the hill. I bought a cheap slim pair of pants and a raspberry slush. The dance had already begun and the DJ was music in my ears.
These Wednesday dances are held at the Midas Industrial Park. It is off of Encinitas Blvd and the ballroom resembled a large office. There are refreshments, a DJ who plays 50's and 60's music and lots of hot old dames. But don't allow the wrinkles to fool you. Some are alive.
To get there go east on Encinitas Blvd past the Smart and Final and turn right inside the Midas Industrial Park. The first corner office is where you will hear music. So instead of buying car parts, soup-up your engines with a one o'clock Wednesday dance.
I danced with three ladies and allowed myself to remove the rust from my shoes. It felt good to be with English Jane, and Tina again. And oh yes, Gina showed up with her slow moving boy friend in tow. About four years ago, I met Gina at the old four story Victorian Ocean House. She looked stunning but I knew by her nervousness something bothered her.
She walked over to the refreshments where I was resting. And then I posed the question again.
"Gina, remember four years ago that you had carried a deep secret for many years but wouldn't reveal it to me?"She turned to me and quipped: ,
"George I am ready to tell you my secret. "When I was a kid, my Dad chased my Mom once with a butcher knife. Instead of slicing her up, he beat the hell out of my kid sister. From that day, I could never let a man control me. In fact you might say men scare me."
"Thank you Gina. I fully understand. My own Mom hit me with so many broomsticks, the grocery store had trouble keeping them in stock. My Mom Edith scared me to death. Even today, I think women have it out for me and carry a broom."
The next girl I danced with was a Vietnamese who just made it when the North Vietnamese invaded Soul Vietnam. She told me her husband forced her to have sex and to this day, she no longer permits men into her house.
Well, as you can see, ballroom dancing not only get the body in shape but removes nasty secrets from our minds.
I soon felt winded and decided to leave early for my Motel Six. I love the A/C, new T.V. cherry floors and with so many light switches I get confused. What I enjoy the most is the room has a triple pained window glass. Everything is updated. pained window. I went to bed early and got up for a Dennis breakfast. across the way. After a deep sleep in new George woke up
No ;longer angry with my daughter, I knew the day was all mine. Again I worked on my JPG working pictures I had entered in my flash drive into my story. I felt thrilled to have accomplished this.
Thursday was Bridge Day also, and I despise bridge or Majong. Over one hundred showed up for these games. My ex Stella is a fanatic for both. She would rather play these games than a night on the town with me.
Outside the senior center, I saw a young man help one older than farther time out of his brand new Cadillac. I asked the caned man for his age. "I am 98 years old. " I said hello to his son-in-law and proceeded to go down to the highway to catch a few rays of sun. Another old man was entering for the Bridge tournament.
"How do you like these Golden Years" I demanded.
"They misnamed them. These are the rustic years of our lives."
Well got to go now. Wouldn't wish to miss the sun set at the Alisa Rest Stop. (Everything written is true, except the names.)
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