Well, it's finally happening. The robots are taking over. As
near as I can figure, Crawford Mate is an Artificial Intelligence
(A.I.) who's gotten into the Colt Corral Facebook page with what I
like to think of as a needle and thread, sewn together the most
recent postings, added some cogent comments, and made a post of
its own. What could go wrong?
Gayle Wishnek Wise got a visit from her '62 classmate Nancy Prager
Levin and husband Ken. Click HERE
to read what she had to say when I asked her about the writing on
the wall. Ask a simple question (to quote Stan Freburg) and you
get a pageant. I'm not sure I ever got the answer.
THIS is a trip! An 8-minute video that starts out telling
you about Historic Highway 80, sweeps you up in the air like
Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, and plants you back down at the
intersection of modern-day Euclid and El Cajon. Make sure you got
your seat belt fastened, because the rest of the video is a trip
back down El Cajon to the west. You probably won't recognize
anything, nor like what you DO see, but -- as a shut-in -- I
enjoyed the ride. You won't believe, if you haven't seen, the
wonderful rebuild of Hoover High School. Clean your glasses and
click HERE.
Did I mention that, as a new Clairemont resident, I'm doing a
"deep dive" on the community's history. I'm running into a lot of
other stuff along the way. I was bemused by the concept of a
"permanent position" at Oscar's, but it's a good excuse to take
another look at the "I Remember Oscar's" page. Click HERE.
It all started innocently enough. I posted an old ad from Menlo
Market (that's it kitty-corner from Oscar's) and heard from
someone who worked there with John Worona, and asked if I knew the
tragic story of his demise. I did NOT know the story and went
quickly to the UT archives. That brought up a great Mayfair ad in
which John -- AND my best pal Ken Ptacks -- were featured as "Box
Boys of the Month". Then I found the paper with the headline
about John's death. I can't bring myself to discuss it further.
Click HERE if
you'd like to see the happy ads. You can scroll down to the awful
story on your own.
This was from the March 1, 1957 San Diego Union, the year before
I entered Horace Mann. Sounds like Judy had a mind of her own.
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