Sam Hodgson's waterfront photo in Wednesday's Union-Tribune, with the sailing ship masts in the background, reminded me of the 1888 shot of the Pacific Coast Steamship Company's wharf at the foot of 5th Avenue. Hey, isn't that where the Convention Center is today?
Barbara Alvarez '70 noticed I'd gotten some ink in last Friday's Union-Tribune's weather prediction. It's a stretch, but I'll take it.
Pirates? A couple of folks asked me about the flag in last week's photo of the lunch courts. They said it appeared to be black. I don't think it's the Jolly Roger. Probably an optical illusion. It does remind me of a story told by George Parry, who became principal at Point Loma after he left Crawford. He got a call from the Commanding Officer at North Island wanting to know if every thing was shipshape on the Pointer campus. Turns out the flag monitor had hoisted the flag upside down -- the international symbol of distress -- and a sharp-eyed sailor had spotted it.
I'm not sure who Elizabeth Wood is, but she shared this postcard of the Imperial 400 Motel, 6624 El Cajon Blvd. on Facebook. She remembered fondly that Ray Peterson was staying there while appearing at the Cinnamon Cinder and she and her girlfriend knocked on his door and got his autograph. If you're not sure where this is, another person remembered it was right across the street from Carnation. Click HERE if you'd like to see it enlarged and airbrushed.
Oh, THAT Ray Peterson!! The above-mentioned name didn't strike a bell until I took a look at his discography. Far from a One Hit Wonder, Ray Peterson had hits with The Wonder of You, Goodnight My Love, Tell Laura I Love Her, Answer Me, and Corinne, Corrina.
I'm glad that baseball is back on television. My new thing is watching foul balls bouncing around in empty stands. There used to be stories about stingy owners docking players if they threw a ball into the stands at the end of an inning. I did a little research. Baseballs today are $6.00 each, a dozen in a box. Turns out major league baseball goes through 900,000 balls a year to the tune of $5.5 million bucks. Dang!!
Just got word that Andy Meyers passed away in Ajijic, Mexico July 31, 2020 from cancer. After he retired he moved to San Felipe and then to Ajijic. While at Crawford high school he wrote a column for the school newspaper. He was such a nice guy, sure hate to lose him -- Gary Morris ’60
