Thursday, October 24, 2013
Brew 102 & Civic Center
This was a familiar scene driving into downtown LA on Saturday mornings to my dad's work. Loved passing by Brew 102. The city looks so clean, so organized, and neat. Going downtown at night was always a beautiful treat. The city just lit up. Photo by William Reagh, courtesy.
Dad Drove a 1976, Green Datsun B-210, 4-Door
The B-210 pictured
above is a 1974, Datsun's first year of production. Dad owned a 1976
Datsun B-210, 4-door. It was green, and his license plate frame read,
"Kiss Me! I'm Irish!"
Monday, October 7, 2013
June 2013 Conversation With Mike, Kevin, and Pat
Mike Larkin hit paydirt with those cups from Etsy. That is as close a
likeness that I have ever seen. It's too bad that I don't remember the
manufacturer's name that was etched on the underside of my dad's mug.
I did find one cup that, like Mike Larkin's, resembles grandpa's mugs. See the picture below. It's a 1968 stainless Japanese cup. I don't know why my dad liked those condiment cups at the Trails in Duarte. Don't know if it is a memory from the war or if it is a memory from his days trucking with his dad up and down Highway 99 from San Jose and San Francisco to San Diego. I just don't know. Your mom might have some insight on that. Wished I did.
Here is another cup that looks really, really like the one that my dad used. That same cup is pictured here but with a lid. Yeah, a lid, showing how the cup could have had a dual purpose of cooking in it. So again, it could have resembled some standard issue that belonged to a GI mess kit that my dad saw in WWII or something that he and his Pa used for cooking on roadsides on their treks north and south through central California.
I did find one cup that, like Mike Larkin's, resembles grandpa's mugs. See the picture below. It's a 1968 stainless Japanese cup. I don't know why my dad liked those condiment cups at the Trails in Duarte. Don't know if it is a memory from the war or if it is a memory from his days trucking with his dad up and down Highway 99 from San Jose and San Francisco to San Diego. I just don't know. Your mom might have some insight on that. Wished I did.
Here is another cup that looks really, really like the one that my dad used. That same cup is pictured here but with a lid. Yeah, a lid, showing how the cup could have had a dual purpose of cooking in it. So again, it could have resembled some standard issue that belonged to a GI mess kit that my dad saw in WWII or something that he and his Pa used for cooking on roadsides on their treks north and south through central California.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
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