LAST FRIDAY NANCY AND I had nothing to do and all day to do it, so we decided to head east for breakfast at Major's Cafe in Pine Valley. We made it about as far as Texas Street when the traffic on east-bound 8 came to a stop. Ahead, on an overpass, I could see police cars streaking with blue lights flashing. I quit counting at 20 and assumed we were all going to die from a nuclear attack. All four lanes eventually were forced onto the Southbound I-15. Once we got up to speed again, Nancy suggested we take 94 to the I-8, Worked swell until 94 turned into a parking lot nearing the 8. We got off and worked our way through La Mesa to Spring Street. Several ambulances were on the freeway overpass, which was packed with pedestrians looking down at the freeway. "Must be a jumper," I thought. Nope. The freeways were shut down so hundreds of police cars could make their way to El Cajon for the memorial services for Jonathan de Guzman, killed in the line of duty last month. Oh -- we ended up having breakfast at Patty's on Lake Murray Blvd.
"Relatives of yours?" said the text from Alaska from my pal John Wilding. The boxes say "Chinook Fry", "Chum Fry", "Coha Fry," and "Sockeye Fry". Must be distant cousins. Sockeye sounds like a character from "Dangerous Dan McGrew".
Does anyone out there collect postcards? I've posted and copied and shared the pertinent cards sent to me by Mike McKim '68. Now I'm looking to pass them on. There are a handful of San Diego cards, more than a handful of California cards, and some from overseas.
Ron Morse '64 stands next to his 1962 Fiat 600D on Prom Night. He says it could do 80 downhill, pegged, and 70 on the flats. It was small enough to slip between the barriers at SDSU and drive onto the tennis courts. I've added the photo to the Cars We Drove To School Page.
