Sheck your Mexican status
If you can run and play any sport while wearing chanclas... You're a
Mexican!!
If your late Tio left you a van and you turned it into a taco vending
business...Yes, you're a Mexican.
If you pronounce words beginning with the letter 'S' by putting an 'E' in
front of it, (estop instead of stop)...big time Mexican.
If you call a chair, a sher, you got it.... Mexican.
If you have ever hurt yourself and your mama rubbed the area while
chanting, ' Sana , Sana , Colita de rana.....' You're Mexican, big time!!!
If you have your last name in old English lettering anywhere, on your car,
truck, or tattooed on your back...Yes, you ARE a Mexican (proud one too).
If you refer to your wife as your ruca, your hina, your wifa, your old
lady, mija or your vieja, guess what?...Not only are you a Mexican, you're
a cholo..
If you throw a 'Grito' every time you hear Vicente Fernandez... then not
only are you a Mexican, but you are a drunk Mexican.
If you have ever been pinched in church and been told 'pobrecito de ti si
lloras' or 'Vas a ver orita que salgamos.'... Yes, you're definitely a
Mexican.
If you grew up being called 'chamaca or chamaco'...Mexican.
If you grew up scared of La Llorona, or fear the dark because of El
CuCuy!.....
Yes! Mexican!
Si te persinas with a lotto ticket in your hand before every drawing..
You're in the Mexican Zone!!!
If you ask for something by 'dame esa chingadera' instead of calling it by
its name... Yup! Mexican!
If you constantly refer to cereal as 'con fleys' or cake as
'kay-ke'...You're a Mexican.
If you use manteca instead of vegetable oil and can't figure out why your
butt is getting bigger.....You might be a Mexican.
If you have some Tias that dress up in their prom dresses to go to a
birthday party at 'el parque'... Guess what? You're a Mexican.
If your Tias and Abuela dress up in their Sunday best with heels and all
to go to the 'pulga.' (AKA the Flea Market) ...Then, yes, you are a True
Mexican.
If most of the houses on your block are painted bright pink, mint green,
and lavender. ..Mexican.
If you use the bushes in front of your house, the fence, or the top of an
old car to dry laundry. ..Yes, you're a Mexican.
If you're congested and your mamasita rubbed 'Bicks' on you...You're
Mexican.
IF YOU DON'T NEED ANY EXPLANATIONS FOR ANY OF THE ABOVE, YOU KNOW THAT YOU
ARE A TRUE MEXICAN. VIVA LA RAZA!!!
You know you're laughing your head off. It's all in fun, so don't get all
'adoloridos.'
Classic American West Coast Boxing
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
I had lunch today at Millers Pub in Chicago with Tom(Raylaw).
What a great guy.
We talked boxing for a couple hours. Hes a man with lots of great stories .Especially about his days working corners .
His stories about Sean and Pat OGrady are wonderful and very nostalgic. Back to the great boxing days of the seventies.
The guys here need to strongly encourage Tom to come to the WBHOF banquet in October.He will have a great time and so will we breaking bread with him.
Brian
What a great guy.
We talked boxing for a couple hours. Hes a man with lots of great stories .Especially about his days working corners .
His stories about Sean and Pat OGrady are wonderful and very nostalgic. Back to the great boxing days of the seventies.
The guys here need to strongly encourage Tom to come to the WBHOF banquet in October.He will have a great time and so will we breaking bread with him.
Brian
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Oh, and ,I will catch up with you guys in a week or so.
Leaving tommorow to the ranch for more horseback riding with the wife and kids.
Off to Michigan early am.
Adios for now amigos.
Leaving tommorow to the ranch for more horseback riding with the wife and kids.
Off to Michigan early am.
Adios for now amigos.
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Rick Farris
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- Joined: 15 Feb 2008, 16:04
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
R.I.P. John Hughes . . .
Many years ago I worked on a film with a young actress, Molly Ringwald.
The film was titled, "Sixteen Candles" and it helped make her a star, one of Hollywood's "Brat Pack" of the 80's.
John Hughes was a great writer, and an equally great director who was able to tap into the many struggles of youth growing up in America.
I didn't really know the guy, but I admired the way he worked.
I just heard that he died this morning, of a heart attack while taking a walk in Manhatten.
I was sad to hear this. Hughes was a guy who started his work in Chicago, and he made his mark in Hollywood.
He was happy, serious, energetic and willing to take risks. That's how I remember him.
It's ironic that just a few weeks ago, I ran into an old friend at the studio.
My friend is John Brumshagen, and old running buddy of "Irish" Frankie Crawford.
Brumshagen was also a hot young lighting director back in the 80's, and he was my boss on the John Hughes picture.
John retired last year, like so many of us he'd had his fill of the film business.
I remember his words exactly . . . "Don't you remember how much fun we had working with John Hughes, on Sixteen Candles.
"Yes I do, John. This business has kinda lost it's magic."
Hughes was only 59, and had not directed a film in more than 18 years.
His type of film, story, ideas, had lost their edge. Nobody wants to deal with anything human anymore, feelings, fears, fun.
Today it's about explosions, hate and situations that don't delve to deeply into life.
John Hughes went from "Boy Wonder" to dinosaur in just a blink of the eye.
His biggest film was probably "The Breakfast Club".
I'm at work as I type this, word spread quickly around the Universal Studios lot.
As I sat by the camera, some of the cast & crew shared memories, rumors, etc. related to the late director.
I just listened and quietly reflected upon my own memories. It's been a lot of years since Molly Ringwald was a teenager.
-Rick Farris
Many years ago I worked on a film with a young actress, Molly Ringwald.
The film was titled, "Sixteen Candles" and it helped make her a star, one of Hollywood's "Brat Pack" of the 80's.
John Hughes was a great writer, and an equally great director who was able to tap into the many struggles of youth growing up in America.
I didn't really know the guy, but I admired the way he worked.
I just heard that he died this morning, of a heart attack while taking a walk in Manhatten.
I was sad to hear this. Hughes was a guy who started his work in Chicago, and he made his mark in Hollywood.
He was happy, serious, energetic and willing to take risks. That's how I remember him.
It's ironic that just a few weeks ago, I ran into an old friend at the studio.
My friend is John Brumshagen, and old running buddy of "Irish" Frankie Crawford.
Brumshagen was also a hot young lighting director back in the 80's, and he was my boss on the John Hughes picture.
John retired last year, like so many of us he'd had his fill of the film business.
I remember his words exactly . . . "Don't you remember how much fun we had working with John Hughes, on Sixteen Candles.
"Yes I do, John. This business has kinda lost it's magic."
Hughes was only 59, and had not directed a film in more than 18 years.
His type of film, story, ideas, had lost their edge. Nobody wants to deal with anything human anymore, feelings, fears, fun.
Today it's about explosions, hate and situations that don't delve to deeply into life.
John Hughes went from "Boy Wonder" to dinosaur in just a blink of the eye.
His biggest film was probably "The Breakfast Club".
I'm at work as I type this, word spread quickly around the Universal Studios lot.
As I sat by the camera, some of the cast & crew shared memories, rumors, etc. related to the late director.
I just listened and quietly reflected upon my own memories. It's been a lot of years since Molly Ringwald was a teenager.
-Rick Farris
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Rick Farris wrote:R.I.P. John Hughes . . .
Many years ago I worked on a film with a young actress, Molly Ringwald.
The film was titled, "Sixteen Candles" and it helped make her a star, one of Hollywood's "Brat Pack" of the 80's.
John Hughes was a great writer, and an equally great director who was able to tap into the many struggles of youth growing up in America.
I didn't really know the guy, but I admired the way he worked.
I just heard that he died this morning, of a heart attack while taking a walk in Manhatten.
I was sad to hear this. Hughes was a guy who started his work in Chicago, and he made his mark in Hollywood.
He was happy, serious, energetic and willing to take risks. That's how I remember him.
It's ironic that just a few weeks ago, I ran into an old friend at the studio.
My friend is John Brumsgagen, and old running buddy of "Irish" Frankie Crawford.
Brumshagen was also a hot young lighting director back in the 80's, and he was my boss on the John Hughes picture.
John retired last year, like so many of us he'd had his fill of the film business.
I remember his words exactly . . . "Don't you remember how much fun we had working with John Hughes, on Sixteen Candles.
"Yes I do, John. This business has kinda lost it's magic."
Hughes was only 59, and had not directed a film in more than 18 years.
His type of film, story, ideas, had lost their edge. Nobody wants to deal with anything human anymore, feelings, fears, fun.
Today it's about explosions, hate and situations that don't delve to deeply into life.
John Hughes went from "Boy Wonder" to dinosaur in just a blink of the eye.
His biggest film was probably "The Breakfast Club".
I'm at work as I type this, word spread quickly around the Universal Studios lot.
As I sat by the camera crew, some of the cast & crew shared memories, rumors, etc. related to the late director.
I just listened and quietly reflected upon my own memories. It's been a lot of years since Molly Ringwald was a teenager.
-Rick Farris
John Hughes, 59, dies of heart attack
The director-producer, best known for '80s hits like 'Pretty in Pink' and 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off,' died suddenly today while taking a walk in Manhattan.
By Ben Fritz
August 7, 2009
John Hughes, the screenwriter, producer and director whose films captured the teenage zeitgeist of the 1980s, died suddenly of a heart attack today in New York City. He was 59.
Hughes, best known for 1980s movies such as "Sixteen Candles," "The Breakfast Club," "Pretty in Pink" and "Ferris Bueller's Day Off," was taking a morning walk in Manhattan where he was visiting family, according to a statement from his representatives.
In the 1990s, he wrote and produced the "Home Alone" series, creating a box-office phenomenon and turning Macaulay Culkin into a star.
.After writing and producing several '90s movies including "Dennis the Menace" and "Flubber," he began distancing himself from Hollywood. Living in the Chicago area, he occasionally did screenplay work on films including "Maid in Manhattan" and "Drillbit Taylor" under the pen name Edmond Dantes (also the name of the protagonist from Alexandre Dumas' novel "The Count of Monte Cristo"), according to the Internet Movie Database. But he is understood to have spent most of his time focused on his four grandchildren.
Jake Bloom, Hughes' longtime attorney and closest contact in Hollywood, told The Times: "My family and I are deeply saddened and in shock. Our only goal is to support his family and make sure they are fine."
Along with his grandchildren, Hughes is survived by his wife Nancy and his two sons John and James.
[email protected]
Times staff writer Claudia Eller contributed to this report.
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dagosd2000
- Heavyweight
- Posts: 8638
- Joined: 01 Sep 2007, 03:31
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
THE DOOR LOCK
"I went to my car this morning and I couldn't get my key in the lock. Those little pricks must have come through the parking lot and stuck some gum in the lock as a joke."
Jorge ,the head custodian,was listening to my story as he was unloading boxes of copy paper from his cart. I helped him carry a box into the copying room.
"These kids today think that's funny,"he said.
"Good thing I've got the other car."
I went back to my room. I arrive early to get my lesson for the day set up and to make copies of worksheets for the week. I still had an hour before the first bell so I sat back in the easy chair I "borrowed" from the teacher's lounge and turned on the radio. I like listening to classical music. It's soothing.I don't turn on the lights. The room is cool. As I sat back in the chair and I stared out the classroom door.
I saw Jorge drive up in his cart to the salvage area across from my room with a couple of broken classroom desks. He opened the lock on the gate and set them inside.
I could see out from my room as the sun was rising. I sat in the chair in the corner of the room and since the lights were off, no one could see me if they were looking from outside.
Jorge was always moving. Not in a hurry,but a constant moving. In all the years I had worked in the district at different schools,I'd never seen such a congenial custodial staff. Most of the time the crews were at each others' throats. The crews were mainly made up of Mexicans. The beef always centered on the rest of the guys not getting along with the head custodian.Not so with the crew at my school. All those custodians got along. They attributed this to Jorge. He left them alone as long as they did their work,and no one worked harder than Jorge their boss.
Jorge grew up in Mexicali in the desert. His family owned a small ranch and ever since Jogre was old enough to work,he helped work on the ranch to bring in income. He told me the floor of his house was dirt and that his mother was constantly sprinkling water on it and sweeping it clean. This is not uncommon. The dirt floors that I've seen are commonly very clean.
Jorge leads a modest life. Didn't squander his money. His wife had a stroke a while back.She walks unevenly. Jorge likes the fights and knows a lot about the old timers especially in the desrt valley. I've never seen him donate any money to any of the causes on campus. Even when someone is ill,or even dies(there's been a couple of teachers pass away since I've been there)Jorge doesn't pitch in. I don't think he takes his wife out much and I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't buy her a Christmas present. I give him and his crew a box of See's Candies every Christmas. He always thanks me,but I've never seen nothin'.
I was almost ready to doze off watching Jorge about to lock the gate when I saw him walk up to my classroom.
"Roger. You in there?"he asked.
"Yeah,come in."
"Listen,"he said. "I'll lend you the school's lock pick to get your car door open. Take this WD 40 also. Spray the WD 40 inside the lock and gently pick away the gum with the lock pick."
"Thanks,"I said.
"Be sure you get it back to me and don't lose it. It's the only one I have."
"I'll have it back to you tomorrow," I said.
"Good. I won't tell anyone."
"I went to my car this morning and I couldn't get my key in the lock. Those little pricks must have come through the parking lot and stuck some gum in the lock as a joke."
Jorge ,the head custodian,was listening to my story as he was unloading boxes of copy paper from his cart. I helped him carry a box into the copying room.
"These kids today think that's funny,"he said.
"Good thing I've got the other car."
I went back to my room. I arrive early to get my lesson for the day set up and to make copies of worksheets for the week. I still had an hour before the first bell so I sat back in the easy chair I "borrowed" from the teacher's lounge and turned on the radio. I like listening to classical music. It's soothing.I don't turn on the lights. The room is cool. As I sat back in the chair and I stared out the classroom door.
I saw Jorge drive up in his cart to the salvage area across from my room with a couple of broken classroom desks. He opened the lock on the gate and set them inside.
I could see out from my room as the sun was rising. I sat in the chair in the corner of the room and since the lights were off, no one could see me if they were looking from outside.
Jorge was always moving. Not in a hurry,but a constant moving. In all the years I had worked in the district at different schools,I'd never seen such a congenial custodial staff. Most of the time the crews were at each others' throats. The crews were mainly made up of Mexicans. The beef always centered on the rest of the guys not getting along with the head custodian.Not so with the crew at my school. All those custodians got along. They attributed this to Jorge. He left them alone as long as they did their work,and no one worked harder than Jorge their boss.
Jorge grew up in Mexicali in the desert. His family owned a small ranch and ever since Jogre was old enough to work,he helped work on the ranch to bring in income. He told me the floor of his house was dirt and that his mother was constantly sprinkling water on it and sweeping it clean. This is not uncommon. The dirt floors that I've seen are commonly very clean.
Jorge leads a modest life. Didn't squander his money. His wife had a stroke a while back.She walks unevenly. Jorge likes the fights and knows a lot about the old timers especially in the desrt valley. I've never seen him donate any money to any of the causes on campus. Even when someone is ill,or even dies(there's been a couple of teachers pass away since I've been there)Jorge doesn't pitch in. I don't think he takes his wife out much and I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't buy her a Christmas present. I give him and his crew a box of See's Candies every Christmas. He always thanks me,but I've never seen nothin'.
I was almost ready to doze off watching Jorge about to lock the gate when I saw him walk up to my classroom.
"Roger. You in there?"he asked.
"Yeah,come in."
"Listen,"he said. "I'll lend you the school's lock pick to get your car door open. Take this WD 40 also. Spray the WD 40 inside the lock and gently pick away the gum with the lock pick."
"Thanks,"I said.
"Be sure you get it back to me and don't lose it. It's the only one I have."
"I'll have it back to you tomorrow," I said.
"Good. I won't tell anyone."
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Thanks Brian - I enjoyed it very much!!Expug wrote:I had lunch today at Millers Pub in Chicago with Tom(Raylaw).
What a great guy.
We talked boxing for a couple hours. Hes a man with lots of great stories .Especially about his days working corners .
His stories about Sean and Pat OGrady are wonderful and very nostalgic. Back to the great boxing days of the seventies.
The guys here need to strongly encourage Tom to come to the WBHOF banquet in October.He will have a great time and so will we breaking bread with him.
Brian
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Old people !!
Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favourite fast food when you were growing up?'
'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him.
'All the food was slow.'
'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?'
'It was a place called 'at home,'' I explained. !
'Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis , set foot on a golf course, travelled out of the country or had a credit card.
My parents never drove me to school. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).
We didn't have a television in our house until I was 19.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people...
I never had a telephone in my room.The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. He had to get up at 6AM every morning.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend :
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it.. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz :
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about.
Ratings at the bottom.
1.Candy cigarettes
2.Coffee shops with tableside juke boxes
3.Home milk delivery in glass bottles
4. Party lines on the telephone
5.Newsreels before the movie
6.TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels [if you were fortunate])
7.Peashooters
8. Howdy Doody
9. 45 RPM records
10.Hi-fi's
11. Metal ice trays with lever
12. Blue flashbulb
13.Cork popguns
14. Studebakers
15. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-3 = You're still young
If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older
If you remembered 7-10 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 11-15 =You're older than dirt!
I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.
Don't forget to pass this along!!
Especially to all your really OLD friends.....
Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favourite fast food when you were growing up?'
'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him.
'All the food was slow.'
'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?'
'It was a place called 'at home,'' I explained. !
'Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis , set foot on a golf course, travelled out of the country or had a credit card.
My parents never drove me to school. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).
We didn't have a television in our house until I was 19.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people...
I never had a telephone in my room.The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. He had to get up at 6AM every morning.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend :
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it.. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz :
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about.
Ratings at the bottom.
1.Candy cigarettes
2.Coffee shops with tableside juke boxes
3.Home milk delivery in glass bottles
4. Party lines on the telephone
5.Newsreels before the movie
6.TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels [if you were fortunate])
7.Peashooters
8. Howdy Doody
9. 45 RPM records
10.Hi-fi's
11. Metal ice trays with lever
12. Blue flashbulb
13.Cork popguns
14. Studebakers
15. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-3 = You're still young
If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older
If you remembered 7-10 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 11-15 =You're older than dirt!
I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.
Don't forget to pass this along!!
Especially to all your really OLD friends.....
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dagosd2000
- Heavyweight
- Posts: 8638
- Joined: 01 Sep 2007, 03:31
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
I remember when the Chargers football team came to San Diego from L.A. in 1961. Seats on the 50 yard line were 5 bucks.kikibalt wrote:Old people !!
Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favourite fast food when you were growing up?'
'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him.
'All the food was slow.'
'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?'
'It was a place called 'at home,'' I explained. !
'Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis , set foot on a golf course, travelled out of the country or had a credit card.
My parents never drove me to school. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).
We didn't have a television in our house until I was 19.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people...
I never had a telephone in my room.The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. He had to get up at 6AM every morning.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend :
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it.. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz :
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about.
Ratings at the bottom.
1.Candy cigarettes
2.Coffee shops with tableside juke boxes
3.Home milk delivery in glass bottles
4. Party lines on the telephone
5.Newsreels before the movie
6.TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels [if you were fortunate])
7.Peashooters
8. Howdy Doody
9. 45 RPM records
10.Hi-fi's
11. Metal ice trays with lever
12. Blue flashbulb
13.Cork popguns
14. Studebakers
15. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-3 = You're still young
If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older
If you remembered 7-10 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 11-15 =You're older than dirt!
I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.
Don't forget to pass this along!!
Especially to all your really OLD friends.....
When I moved out of the house I was delivering fried chcken and pullin' in 400 a month with tips. The house I was renting at the beach was 50 a month. I could fill up the tank in my 57 Chevy Bel Air for 5 bucks.Insurance on my car was 40 bucks a year. Movies were 75 cents. Early Saturday morning the movies were 25 cents at the Strand Theater. Wienerschnitzel had mustard dogs for 9 cents.On the weekends we'd barrell down to TJ get drunk(75 cents for a pitcher of beer at the Long Bar) , get throwed and blowed, and then finish the night with a ham torta,all for under 5 bucks. We'd go up to Chavez Ravine and watch Sandy Koufax pitch for a dollar.I had enough money at the end of the month to put in the bank that every summer we'd fly to Hawaii on a surfing surfari. Round trip air fare was 100 dollars. Do I need to go on?
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Roger....I remember going to see the L.A. Rams back when Bob Watefield, Tom Fears, Elroy "CrazyLegs" Hirch, Norm Van Brocklin, Tank Younger, Glenn Davis, Vitamin T Smith and others were playing, talk about been old!!....dagosd2000 wrote:I remember when the Chargers football team came to San Diego from L.A. in 1961. Seats on the 50 yard line were 5 bucks.
When I moved out of the house I was delivering fried chcken and pullin' in 400 a month with tips. The house I was renting at the beach was 50 a month. I could fill up the tank in my 57 Chevy Bel Air for 5 bucks.Insurance on my car was 40 bucks a year. Movies were 75 cents. Early Saturday morning the movies were 25 cents at the Strand Theater. Wienerschnitzel had mustard dogs for 9 cents.On the weekends we'd barrell down to TJ get drunk(75 cents for a pitcher of beer at the Long Bar) , get throwed and blowed, and then finish the night with a ham torta,all for under 5 bucks. We'd go up to Chavez Ravine and watch Sandy Koufax pitch for a dollar.I had enough money at the end of the month to put in the bank that every summer we'd fly to Hawaii on a surfing surfari. Round trip air fare was 100 dollars. Do I need to go on?
Remember when I got my first car, a 1938 four door Chevy that used more oil than gas, gas was 17 cents a gallon, used to buy re-claim oil for ten cent a qt....
When Connie and I married, we rented a 1 bedroom furnish apartment for fifty buck a month, utilities included, after Linda was born the three of us used to eat for 12-15 dollars a week and we ate good....
I was earning three hundred dollars a month... 
Now, those were the good old days for me....
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Frankkikibalt wrote:Roger....I remember going to see the L.A. Rams back when Bob Watefield, Tom Fears, Elroy "CrazyLegs" Hirch, Norm Van Brocklin, Tank Younger, Glenn Davis, Vitamin T Smith and others were playing, talk about been old!!....dagosd2000 wrote:I remember when the Chargers football team came to San Diego from L.A. in 1961. Seats on the 50 yard line were 5 bucks.
When I moved out of the house I was delivering fried chcken and pullin' in 400 a month with tips. The house I was renting at the beach was 50 a month. I could fill up the tank in my 57 Chevy Bel Air for 5 bucks.Insurance on my car was 40 bucks a year. Movies were 75 cents. Early Saturday morning the movies were 25 cents at the Strand Theater. Wienerschnitzel had mustard dogs for 9 cents.On the weekends we'd barrell down to TJ get drunk(75 cents for a pitcher of beer at the Long Bar) , get throwed and blowed, and then finish the night with a ham torta,all for under 5 bucks. We'd go up to Chavez Ravine and watch Sandy Koufax pitch for a dollar.I had enough money at the end of the month to put in the bank that every summer we'd fly to Hawaii on a surfing surfari. Round trip air fare was 100 dollars. Do I need to go on?
Remember when I got my first car, a 1938 four door Chevy that used more oil than gas, gas was 17 cents a gallon, used to buy re-claim oil for ten cent a qt....
When Connie and I married, we rented a 1 bedroom furnish apartment for fifty buck a month, utilities included, after Linda was born the three of us used to eat for 12-15 dollars a week and we ate good....
Now, those were the good old days for me....
Those Rams you mentioned used to come down to San Diego during the summer and hang out in George Radovich's bar called The Arizona Cafe. I was too young to go inside,but Irish Bob Murphy hung out there too. Radovich trained Murphy in the amateaurs and played ball with some of those Rams.
Tony Panza ,who ran the bowling alley,at the Arizona told me a bunch of stories about those guys. I've posted some on the thread. When I get home from work,I've got one I've been saving about how these guys chartered a boat to go sport fishing. Talk about a fun loving bunch of guys.
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Roger, did you know that Tom Fears was Mexican?
Tom Fears
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Born December 3, 1922(1922-12-03)
Died January 4, 2000 (aged 77)
Career information
Year(s) 1948–1956
NFL Draft 1945 / Round: 11 / Pick: 103
College UCLA
Professional teams
As player
Los Angeles Rams (1948 - 1956)
As coach/administrator
Green Bay Packers (Asst.) (1959)
Los Angeles Rams (Asst.) (1960-1961)
Green Bay Packers (Asst.) (1962-1965)
Pro Football Hall of Fame
College Football Hall of Fame
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Thomas Jesse Fears (December 3, 1922 – January 4, 2000) was a Mexican-American football wide receiver for the Los Angeles Rams in the National Football League, playing nine seasons from 1948 to 1956.
Born in Guadalajara, Mexico, Fears was the son of an American mining engineer who had married a Mexican woman, and moved with his family to Los Angeles at the age of six. There, he began to display his ample work ethic by unloading flowers for 25 cents an hour, and later serving as an usher at football games for double that amount.
Fears first played football at Los Angeles' Manual Arts High School, then advanced to compete for Santa Clara University. He spent one year at the latter school before he was drafted for World War II and spent the next three years in military service. After his father became a Japanese prisoner of war, Fears sought to become a fighter pilot to fight Japan. He became a pilot, but was instead shipped to Colorado Springs to play football for a service team.
Upon his release, he had been drafted by the Rams in 1945, but remained in school and transferred to UCLA, winning All-American following each of his two seasons at the school. His senior campaign nearly ended in abrupt fashion in 1947, when he and some Bruin teammates were investigated for posing in local advertisements for a Los Angeles clothing store. When it was determined that Fears and the other players worked for the store, and were not identified as athletes, the matter was dropped.
The job had been one of many provided by school boosters, and included a brief bit as a pilot in the Humphrey Bogart film, "Action in the North Atlantic." The largesse by such people led Fears to joke that his $6,000 first-year contract and $500 bonus from the Rams meant that he was taking a pay cut.
Fears was the first player in NFL History to line up on the line of scrimmage, away from the tackle, thus making him the first Wide Receiver in NFL History. Selected as a defensive back by the Rams, Fears quickly made his mark as a wide receiver in 1948, while also displaying his versatility by playing on defense and at tight end. During his first three seasons at the professional level, he led all NFL receivers in catches, and broke the league's single-season record with 77 catches in 1949.
The record would be short-lived as he increased that mark to 84 during the 1950 NFL season, including a then-record 18 catches in one game against the Green Bay Packers on November 12. He also helped the team advance to the NFL title game with a trio of touchdown receptions in the divisional playoff against the Chicago Bears, winning All-Pro accolades for the second consecutive year.
During the ensuing offseason, Fears became embroiled in a contract dispute with the team for the second straight year. The year before, he hinted at leaving the team to work for General Motors Corporation, then announced on March 13, 1951 that he was retiring to work for a local liquor distributor. Neither threat materialized, and despite offers from four Canadian Football League teams, Fears signed for $13,000.
That season, Fears played in only seven games, but helped lead the Rams to their third straight championship game appearance. After two disappointments, the franchise captured its first NFL title since moving to the West Coast, with Fears an integral part of the title game victory when he caught the winning score. His 73-yard touchdown reception midway through the fourth quarter broke a 17-17 deadlock with the Cleveland Browns.
After bouncing back in 1952 with 48 receptions for 600 yards and six scores, the beginning of the end of his career began after he fractured two vertabrae in an October 18, 1953 game against the Detroit Lions. Limited to just 23 receptions that year, he would average 40 catches the next two years, but after a preseason injury in 1956, he hauled in only five passes and retired on November 6. For the remainder of that campaign, he served as an assistant coach, finishing his playing days with 400 catches for 5,397 yards and 38 touchdowns.
Fears was out of the game for the next two years, but returned briefly as an assistant in the first year of Vince Lombardi's reign with the Packers. Business conflicts back in California caused him to leave the position at midseason, but Fears resumed his coaching career the following year with the Rams under former teammate Bob Waterfield. After two seasons in that role, Fears returned to Green Bay for a four-year stint as an assistant, where he was part of championship teams in 1962 and 1965.
Fears applied for the head coaching job with the St. Louis Cardinals (football) after the 1965 NFL season, but after not being chosen, he joined fellow Packer assistant Norb Hecker, who had been named head coach of the expansion Atlanta Falcons. In the first game of the 1966 regular season, Fears caused controversy when he accused Rams coach George Allen of attempting to garner inside information on the team from a player that had been cut, charges that were never proven.
After that 2-12 first season in Atlanta, Fears became a head coach for the first time when he was hired by the expansion New Orleans Saints on January 27, 1967. Despite the promise of the team scoring on the first-ever kickoff return in franchise history, Fears' nearly four years at the helm of what became a perennial losing franchise were an exercise in frustration.
In 1970, Fears was recognized for his professional playing career when he was elected to the Pro Football Hall of Fame. That March, rumors of Fears replacing the departed Don Shula with the Baltimore Colts surfaced, but Don McCafferty was hired by the Maryland team in early April. Issues between Fears and Saints owner John Mecom, Jr., primarily Fears seeking the additional role of general manager, fueled such speculation. On April 20, the matter ended when he was given control over all player personnel matters.
Fears' tenure in his new dual roles, however, would be short, when the team ended the first half of the 1970 NFL season with a 1-5-1 mark, resulting in his dismissal on November 3 after compiling an overall mark of 13-34-2. Ironically, his last game as coach of the Saints was a 30-17 loss to the team he played for, the Rams, the same team which defeated the Saints in their first game in 1967. In the Saints' next game, Tom Dempsey set an NFL record by kicking a 63-yard field goal to lift New Orleans to a 19-17 victory over the Detroit Lions.
He resurfaced in 1971, serving as offensive coordinator of the Philadelphia Eagles, but when head coach Ed Khayat (Fears' defensive line coach in New Orleans) was fired at the end of the 1972 NFL season, Fears was out of work again.
After spending 1973 off the gridiron, Fears was named head coach of the fledgling World Football League's Southern California Sun on January 14, 1974. The fragile financial condition of the entire league resulted in Fears leading the team for less than two years before the WFL folded in October 1975.
Fears' disappointment was soothed somewhat when he was named to the College Football Hall of Fame in 1976, the same year he was named president of the All-Sports Council of Southern California, which helped amateur sports in the area. One year later, he returned to coaching as an assistant at San Bernardino Junior College.
During this period, he was also working as a technical adviser for movies with a football connection, and in 1979, began a football scouting service. The two roles came together in controversial fashion when Fears began working on the production of "North Dallas Forty," a film that took a look at the sordid side of the professional game.
Fears had three clients: the Packers, Houston Oilers and Pittsburgh Steelers, but after the movie was released, Fears saw all three teams drop his services. Claiming that the NFL had blacklisted him, Fears spoke with league commissioner Pete Rozelle (who had worked for the Rams during Fears' playing days), but never again found work in the league.
Remaining on the fringes of the sport, Fears in 1980 worked as a coach for the Chapman College club football team, then became a part-owner of the Orange Empire Outlaws of the California Football League the following year. In 1982, he was hired as player personnel director of the new United States Football League's Los Angeles Express. Bolstered by huge spending from team owner William Daniels, the team reached the conference championship game, but saw financial troubles doom not only the team, but the league as well.
Fears' final position in football came in 1990, when he was named head coach of the Milan franchise in the fledgling International League of American Football. Four years later, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, spending the final six years of his life battling the disease.
Tom was the first Mexican-born NFL player inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame.
Tom Fears
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Born December 3, 1922(1922-12-03)
Died January 4, 2000 (aged 77)
Career information
Year(s) 1948–1956
NFL Draft 1945 / Round: 11 / Pick: 103
College UCLA
Professional teams
As player
Los Angeles Rams (1948 - 1956)
As coach/administrator
Green Bay Packers (Asst.) (1959)
Los Angeles Rams (Asst.) (1960-1961)
Green Bay Packers (Asst.) (1962-1965)
Pro Football Hall of Fame
College Football Hall of Fame
This article should be divided into sections by topic, to make it more accessible. Please help by adding section headings in accordance with Wikipedia's style guidelines.
Thomas Jesse Fears (December 3, 1922 – January 4, 2000) was a Mexican-American football wide receiver for the Los Angeles Rams in the National Football League, playing nine seasons from 1948 to 1956.
Born in Guadalajara, Mexico, Fears was the son of an American mining engineer who had married a Mexican woman, and moved with his family to Los Angeles at the age of six. There, he began to display his ample work ethic by unloading flowers for 25 cents an hour, and later serving as an usher at football games for double that amount.
Fears first played football at Los Angeles' Manual Arts High School, then advanced to compete for Santa Clara University. He spent one year at the latter school before he was drafted for World War II and spent the next three years in military service. After his father became a Japanese prisoner of war, Fears sought to become a fighter pilot to fight Japan. He became a pilot, but was instead shipped to Colorado Springs to play football for a service team.
Upon his release, he had been drafted by the Rams in 1945, but remained in school and transferred to UCLA, winning All-American following each of his two seasons at the school. His senior campaign nearly ended in abrupt fashion in 1947, when he and some Bruin teammates were investigated for posing in local advertisements for a Los Angeles clothing store. When it was determined that Fears and the other players worked for the store, and were not identified as athletes, the matter was dropped.
The job had been one of many provided by school boosters, and included a brief bit as a pilot in the Humphrey Bogart film, "Action in the North Atlantic." The largesse by such people led Fears to joke that his $6,000 first-year contract and $500 bonus from the Rams meant that he was taking a pay cut.
Fears was the first player in NFL History to line up on the line of scrimmage, away from the tackle, thus making him the first Wide Receiver in NFL History. Selected as a defensive back by the Rams, Fears quickly made his mark as a wide receiver in 1948, while also displaying his versatility by playing on defense and at tight end. During his first three seasons at the professional level, he led all NFL receivers in catches, and broke the league's single-season record with 77 catches in 1949.
The record would be short-lived as he increased that mark to 84 during the 1950 NFL season, including a then-record 18 catches in one game against the Green Bay Packers on November 12. He also helped the team advance to the NFL title game with a trio of touchdown receptions in the divisional playoff against the Chicago Bears, winning All-Pro accolades for the second consecutive year.
During the ensuing offseason, Fears became embroiled in a contract dispute with the team for the second straight year. The year before, he hinted at leaving the team to work for General Motors Corporation, then announced on March 13, 1951 that he was retiring to work for a local liquor distributor. Neither threat materialized, and despite offers from four Canadian Football League teams, Fears signed for $13,000.
That season, Fears played in only seven games, but helped lead the Rams to their third straight championship game appearance. After two disappointments, the franchise captured its first NFL title since moving to the West Coast, with Fears an integral part of the title game victory when he caught the winning score. His 73-yard touchdown reception midway through the fourth quarter broke a 17-17 deadlock with the Cleveland Browns.
After bouncing back in 1952 with 48 receptions for 600 yards and six scores, the beginning of the end of his career began after he fractured two vertabrae in an October 18, 1953 game against the Detroit Lions. Limited to just 23 receptions that year, he would average 40 catches the next two years, but after a preseason injury in 1956, he hauled in only five passes and retired on November 6. For the remainder of that campaign, he served as an assistant coach, finishing his playing days with 400 catches for 5,397 yards and 38 touchdowns.
Fears was out of the game for the next two years, but returned briefly as an assistant in the first year of Vince Lombardi's reign with the Packers. Business conflicts back in California caused him to leave the position at midseason, but Fears resumed his coaching career the following year with the Rams under former teammate Bob Waterfield. After two seasons in that role, Fears returned to Green Bay for a four-year stint as an assistant, where he was part of championship teams in 1962 and 1965.
Fears applied for the head coaching job with the St. Louis Cardinals (football) after the 1965 NFL season, but after not being chosen, he joined fellow Packer assistant Norb Hecker, who had been named head coach of the expansion Atlanta Falcons. In the first game of the 1966 regular season, Fears caused controversy when he accused Rams coach George Allen of attempting to garner inside information on the team from a player that had been cut, charges that were never proven.
After that 2-12 first season in Atlanta, Fears became a head coach for the first time when he was hired by the expansion New Orleans Saints on January 27, 1967. Despite the promise of the team scoring on the first-ever kickoff return in franchise history, Fears' nearly four years at the helm of what became a perennial losing franchise were an exercise in frustration.
In 1970, Fears was recognized for his professional playing career when he was elected to the Pro Football Hall of Fame. That March, rumors of Fears replacing the departed Don Shula with the Baltimore Colts surfaced, but Don McCafferty was hired by the Maryland team in early April. Issues between Fears and Saints owner John Mecom, Jr., primarily Fears seeking the additional role of general manager, fueled such speculation. On April 20, the matter ended when he was given control over all player personnel matters.
Fears' tenure in his new dual roles, however, would be short, when the team ended the first half of the 1970 NFL season with a 1-5-1 mark, resulting in his dismissal on November 3 after compiling an overall mark of 13-34-2. Ironically, his last game as coach of the Saints was a 30-17 loss to the team he played for, the Rams, the same team which defeated the Saints in their first game in 1967. In the Saints' next game, Tom Dempsey set an NFL record by kicking a 63-yard field goal to lift New Orleans to a 19-17 victory over the Detroit Lions.
He resurfaced in 1971, serving as offensive coordinator of the Philadelphia Eagles, but when head coach Ed Khayat (Fears' defensive line coach in New Orleans) was fired at the end of the 1972 NFL season, Fears was out of work again.
After spending 1973 off the gridiron, Fears was named head coach of the fledgling World Football League's Southern California Sun on January 14, 1974. The fragile financial condition of the entire league resulted in Fears leading the team for less than two years before the WFL folded in October 1975.
Fears' disappointment was soothed somewhat when he was named to the College Football Hall of Fame in 1976, the same year he was named president of the All-Sports Council of Southern California, which helped amateur sports in the area. One year later, he returned to coaching as an assistant at San Bernardino Junior College.
During this period, he was also working as a technical adviser for movies with a football connection, and in 1979, began a football scouting service. The two roles came together in controversial fashion when Fears began working on the production of "North Dallas Forty," a film that took a look at the sordid side of the professional game.
Fears had three clients: the Packers, Houston Oilers and Pittsburgh Steelers, but after the movie was released, Fears saw all three teams drop his services. Claiming that the NFL had blacklisted him, Fears spoke with league commissioner Pete Rozelle (who had worked for the Rams during Fears' playing days), but never again found work in the league.
Remaining on the fringes of the sport, Fears in 1980 worked as a coach for the Chapman College club football team, then became a part-owner of the Orange Empire Outlaws of the California Football League the following year. In 1982, he was hired as player personnel director of the new United States Football League's Los Angeles Express. Bolstered by huge spending from team owner William Daniels, the team reached the conference championship game, but saw financial troubles doom not only the team, but the league as well.
Fears' final position in football came in 1990, when he was named head coach of the Milan franchise in the fledgling International League of American Football. Four years later, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, spending the final six years of his life battling the disease.
Tom was the first Mexican-born NFL player inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame.
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Damn I'm 15 for 15....I thought I remembered dirt being around from my earliest memories, but it must have been the Phoenix desert sand. When did dirt arrive?
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dagosd2000
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
FOR THE SPORT OF IT
"So Tony ,did you ever go sport fishing with those Rams that came used to come down for the summer?"
Tony Panza was drawing me a draft as he reached back in memory.
"I went a couple of times,"he answered.
"I've heard those guys could really kick up their heels."
Tony stretched out his arms on the bar. He looked at me kind of funny. Made me feel younger than my years.
"Roger,I remember one time in the early 50's when the Rams were goin' strong and Murphy was on his way up.They all was in here one night and decided they wanted to charter a boat and go sport fishing."
Sport fishing. The Rams. Irish Bob Murphy. I asked Tony to draw me another beer.
"It was decided that Radovich,Steve Bradaric who was behind the bar that night,and Fears,Van Brocklin,Skeets Quillan,and Elroy Hirsch,and of course Murphy were going to go down to the docks and charter a boat."
"Who could deny them?,"I asked. I moved to the edge of my stool.
"Well the way I heard it they couldn't find a boat because everything was booked so they talked Ross Miller to go out in his 24 foot lobster skiff."
"Did Ross put up a stink?"
"Naw. He didn't care as long as those fellas' filled it up with gas and supplied the booze."
I told Tony to set me up with a shot of Jack Daniels.
"That's a lot of people for a skiff,"I said.
"Hell, Ross would have taken out the whole Ram team if they'd asked him. Hell,he didn't care."
"So did they catch any fish?"
"No,"said Tony."They spent too much time getting drunk and trying to throw each other overboard."
Tony saw that I was nearing the end of beer number two so he broke out another glass and drew me another.
"Someone,I think it was Steve Bradaric ,brought out a shotgun and I they they spent more time shooting at seagulls than fishing."
"So they came back empty?"
"It was a miracle they came back at all,"said Tony.
"So what happened?"
I wasn't going to forget this.
"Well they decided they'd done enough huntin' and fishin' and since they were a few miles off Ensenada,it was a good idea to pull in port and frequent the local whorehouses. Besides,they ran out of booze."
"I would have liked to have been there,"I remarked.
"No you wouldn't. You see Murphy got possessive of one of the girls in the bar when she tapped him of all his money and she then sat with another guy. The next thing you know it's the Rams and Murphy against the Mexican cops."
"Geez, Tony you could write a book."
"Radovich is trying to stop it.but then he gets whacked with a billy club and now he's swingin' away. To make a long story short all those gringos spent the night in the Ensenada jail."
"That was quite a story."
"That wasn't the end of it. When they pulled up to the dock the next morning the skiff was gone.They had let Murphy tie the boat up since he was in the Navy."
Tony caught himself and shook his head.
" Murphy didn't secure the line good enough and the skiff broke loose and was floating out to Hawaii."
I laughed,but wasn't surprised.
"They all started to yell at Murphy,but the dumb Irishman told them they never showed him how to tie knots in the Navy."
Me and Tony looked at each other in the eye. We smiled kind of sad like.
"Yeah,"I sighed."They don't make 'em like that anymore."
"Yeah," said Tony. "And we're lucky they don't as long as we stay out of their way."
"So Tony ,did you ever go sport fishing with those Rams that came used to come down for the summer?"
Tony Panza was drawing me a draft as he reached back in memory.
"I went a couple of times,"he answered.
"I've heard those guys could really kick up their heels."
Tony stretched out his arms on the bar. He looked at me kind of funny. Made me feel younger than my years.
"Roger,I remember one time in the early 50's when the Rams were goin' strong and Murphy was on his way up.They all was in here one night and decided they wanted to charter a boat and go sport fishing."
Sport fishing. The Rams. Irish Bob Murphy. I asked Tony to draw me another beer.
"It was decided that Radovich,Steve Bradaric who was behind the bar that night,and Fears,Van Brocklin,Skeets Quillan,and Elroy Hirsch,and of course Murphy were going to go down to the docks and charter a boat."
"Who could deny them?,"I asked. I moved to the edge of my stool.
"Well the way I heard it they couldn't find a boat because everything was booked so they talked Ross Miller to go out in his 24 foot lobster skiff."
"Did Ross put up a stink?"
"Naw. He didn't care as long as those fellas' filled it up with gas and supplied the booze."
I told Tony to set me up with a shot of Jack Daniels.
"That's a lot of people for a skiff,"I said.
"Hell, Ross would have taken out the whole Ram team if they'd asked him. Hell,he didn't care."
"So did they catch any fish?"
"No,"said Tony."They spent too much time getting drunk and trying to throw each other overboard."
Tony saw that I was nearing the end of beer number two so he broke out another glass and drew me another.
"Someone,I think it was Steve Bradaric ,brought out a shotgun and I they they spent more time shooting at seagulls than fishing."
"So they came back empty?"
"It was a miracle they came back at all,"said Tony.
"So what happened?"
I wasn't going to forget this.
"Well they decided they'd done enough huntin' and fishin' and since they were a few miles off Ensenada,it was a good idea to pull in port and frequent the local whorehouses. Besides,they ran out of booze."
"I would have liked to have been there,"I remarked.
"No you wouldn't. You see Murphy got possessive of one of the girls in the bar when she tapped him of all his money and she then sat with another guy. The next thing you know it's the Rams and Murphy against the Mexican cops."
"Geez, Tony you could write a book."
"Radovich is trying to stop it.but then he gets whacked with a billy club and now he's swingin' away. To make a long story short all those gringos spent the night in the Ensenada jail."
"That was quite a story."
"That wasn't the end of it. When they pulled up to the dock the next morning the skiff was gone.They had let Murphy tie the boat up since he was in the Navy."
Tony caught himself and shook his head.
" Murphy didn't secure the line good enough and the skiff broke loose and was floating out to Hawaii."
I laughed,but wasn't surprised.
"They all started to yell at Murphy,but the dumb Irishman told them they never showed him how to tie knots in the Navy."
Me and Tony looked at each other in the eye. We smiled kind of sad like.
"Yeah,"I sighed."They don't make 'em like that anymore."
"Yeah," said Tony. "And we're lucky they don't as long as we stay out of their way."
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______________________________________________________________________________________________________________Rick Farris wrote:Any pre-fight antics with Tony?
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No Bennie, Roger Mayweather was at his best behavior before the fight, and after the fight he was rush to the hospital with what was though to be a broken jaw, it wasn't but..., it was enough to keep his mouth shut for a while....
He tasted Tony's left hook.
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Alfred Angulo . . .
He fights tonight on ESPN.
I expect after losing to Kermit Cintron, he'll be matched with a tomato can?
He's under the microscope tonight. His loss didn't surprise me.
His record is 15-1 today, and I believe unless he is matched carefully, he'll lose again before his 20th win.
I still see him as he was at the WBHOF banquet. Gwen Adair introduced us. Nice man, strong fighter.
However, as a few of us have noted, he's not got the stuff to be a star today.
Forty years ago, if he were fighting in Los Angeles, Angulo would be a ten round fightrer.
He would not be featured in the "off TV" main events. Those were reserved for the box office attractions.
Angulo is an opening act, and he comes to fight, so he'd really warm up a crowd, taking, giving, bleeding.
He'd be a feature fighter at the Ventura Fairgrounds, but not at the Forum or Olympic.
A guy like "Too Sweet" Frankie Jennings would have a field day taking pot shots at him.
Armando Muniz? Forget about it. Hedgeman Lewis? Even worse. Ernie Lopez? No comment.
The above names were all welterweights, and all fell short of winning a title (the great Mantequilla Napoles owned the division).
Before being exposed by Kermit Cintron (to those who didn't already) Angula was considered special by some.
Well, it's now intermission and in a few moments Alfredo Angulo will take the ring. We'll see how carefully they match him.
He fights tonight on ESPN.
I expect after losing to Kermit Cintron, he'll be matched with a tomato can?
He's under the microscope tonight. His loss didn't surprise me.
His record is 15-1 today, and I believe unless he is matched carefully, he'll lose again before his 20th win.
I still see him as he was at the WBHOF banquet. Gwen Adair introduced us. Nice man, strong fighter.
However, as a few of us have noted, he's not got the stuff to be a star today.
Forty years ago, if he were fighting in Los Angeles, Angulo would be a ten round fightrer.
He would not be featured in the "off TV" main events. Those were reserved for the box office attractions.
Angulo is an opening act, and he comes to fight, so he'd really warm up a crowd, taking, giving, bleeding.
He'd be a feature fighter at the Ventura Fairgrounds, but not at the Forum or Olympic.
A guy like "Too Sweet" Frankie Jennings would have a field day taking pot shots at him.
Armando Muniz? Forget about it. Hedgeman Lewis? Even worse. Ernie Lopez? No comment.
The above names were all welterweights, and all fell short of winning a title (the great Mantequilla Napoles owned the division).
Before being exposed by Kermit Cintron (to those who didn't already) Angula was considered special by some.
Well, it's now intermission and in a few moments Alfredo Angulo will take the ring. We'll see how carefully they match him.
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That was a great post Frank. I remember all of them, with the possible exception of the news reels. Of course I know what newsreels are but I don't know if I remember them at the movies or not. I would have been pretty young.kikibalt wrote:Old people !!
Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favourite fast food when you were growing up?'
'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him.
'All the food was slow.'
'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?'
'It was a place called 'at home,'' I explained. !
'Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis , set foot on a golf course, travelled out of the country or had a credit card.
My parents never drove me to school. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).
We didn't have a television in our house until I was 19.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people...
I never had a telephone in my room.The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. He had to get up at 6AM every morning.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend :
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it.. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz :
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about.
Ratings at the bottom.
1.Candy cigarettes
2.Coffee shops with tableside juke boxes
3.Home milk delivery in glass bottles
4. Party lines on the telephone
5.Newsreels before the movie
6.TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels [if you were fortunate])
7.Peashooters
8. Howdy Doody
9. 45 RPM records
10.Hi-fi's
11. Metal ice trays with lever
12. Blue flashbulb
13.Cork popguns
14. Studebakers
15. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-3 = You're still young
If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older
If you remembered 7-10 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 11-15 =You're older than dirt!
I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.
Don't forget to pass this along!!
Especially to all your really OLD friends.....
Randy
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Speaking of old stuff, any of you guys remember saving the chicken fat and bacon grease in the fridge? I think Jeri and I still did that until the early 80's. That was before anyone had heard of words like , Lite, Lo-Cal, Lo-Fat, etc....
Randy
Randy
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Louie Burke
By. D.A
Louie Burke of Las Cruces, New Mexico was an influential professional boxer in the 80's, and is currently an inspirational boxing trainer .
Burke has earned himself the quality reputation as a talented trainer after training several young boxers who have now excelled in the art of boxing.
One such boxer is undefeated heavy weight champion David “Nino” Rodriguez who recently won the Mexico WBC belt.
Another great boxer who Burke trains is Austin ”No Doubt” Trout. Trout is now on his way to the same boxing fame Burke himself earned as a pro boxer in his youth.
Louie Burk once fought against former boxer & current trainer Freddie ” La Cucaracha” Roach. Roach is an internationally known trainer who has trained boxers such as Manny “Pac-Man” Pacquiao, Oscar “Golden Boy” De La Hoya, and Floyd “Pretty Boy” Mayweather Jr.
Louie Burke fought boxing warriors Charlie “White Lightning” Brown and Hector Camacho.
It is said that Louie's passion for boxing may have been planted in his heart by his father Sam Burke who was also an avid boxer.
Small wonder Burke has earned himself the reputation as being one of the Southwest’s best trainers.
3 quick facts about Louie Burke:
Louie Burke is ranked on a list of Boxing's Greatest... Source: Louie Burke - Reviews on RateItAll [www.rateitall.com]
Burke was trained by legendary trainers Jessie Reid and Angelo Dundee
http://www.convictedartist.com/places-and-faces-1.html
Louie Burke
By. D.A
Louie Burke of Las Cruces, New Mexico was an influential professional boxer in the 80's, and is currently an inspirational boxing trainer .
Burke has earned himself the quality reputation as a talented trainer after training several young boxers who have now excelled in the art of boxing.
One such boxer is undefeated heavy weight champion David “Nino” Rodriguez who recently won the Mexico WBC belt.
Another great boxer who Burke trains is Austin ”No Doubt” Trout. Trout is now on his way to the same boxing fame Burke himself earned as a pro boxer in his youth.
Louie Burk once fought against former boxer & current trainer Freddie ” La Cucaracha” Roach. Roach is an internationally known trainer who has trained boxers such as Manny “Pac-Man” Pacquiao, Oscar “Golden Boy” De La Hoya, and Floyd “Pretty Boy” Mayweather Jr.
Louie Burke fought boxing warriors Charlie “White Lightning” Brown and Hector Camacho.
It is said that Louie's passion for boxing may have been planted in his heart by his father Sam Burke who was also an avid boxer.
Small wonder Burke has earned himself the reputation as being one of the Southwest’s best trainers.
3 quick facts about Louie Burke:
Louie Burke is ranked on a list of Boxing's Greatest... Source: Louie Burke - Reviews on RateItAll [www.rateitall.com]
Burke was trained by legendary trainers Jessie Reid and Angelo Dundee
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
He did fight a tomato can....Rick Farris wrote:Alfred Angulo . . .
He fights tonight on ESPN.
I expect after losing to Kermit Cintron, he'll be matched with a tomato can?
He's under the microscope tonight. His loss didn't surprise me.
His record is 15-1 today, and I believe unless he is matched carefully, he'll lose again before his 20th win.
I still see him as he was at the WBHOF banquet. Gwen Adair introduced us. Nice man, strong fighter.
However, as a few of us have noted, he's not got the stuff to be a star today.
Forty years ago, if he were fighting in Los Angeles, Angulo would be a ten round fightrer.
He would not be featured in the "off TV" main events. Those were reserved for the box office attractions.
Angulo is an opening act, and he comes to fight, so he'd really warm up a crowd, taking, giving, bleeding.
He'd be a feature fighter at the Ventura Fairgrounds, but not at the Forum or Olympic.
A guy like "Too Sweet" Frankie Jennings would have a field day taking pot shots at him.
Armando Muniz? Forget about it. Hedgeman Lewis? Even worse. Ernie Lopez? No comment.
The above names were all welterweights, and all fell short of winning a title (the great Mantequilla Napoles owned the division).
Before being exposed by Kermit Cintron (to those who didn't already) Angula was considered special by some.
Well, it's now intermission and in a few moments Alfredo Angulo will take the ring. We'll see how carefully they match him.
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Randy, happy your cousin Louie Burke is doing good in the game...Randyman wrote:Courtesy of Convictedartist.com
http://www.convictedartist.com/places-and-faces-1.html
Louie Burke
By. D.A
Louie Burke of Las Cruces, New Mexico was an influential professional boxer in the 80's, and is currently an inspirational boxing trainer .
Burke has earned himself the quality reputation as a talented trainer after training several young boxers who have now excelled in the art of boxing.
One such boxer is undefeated heavy weight champion David “Nino” Rodriguez who recently won the Mexico WBC belt.
Another great boxer who Burke trains is Austin ”No Doubt” Trout. Trout is now on his way to the same boxing fame Burke himself earned as a pro boxer in his youth.
Louie Burk once fought against former boxer & current trainer Freddie ” La Cucaracha” Roach. Roach is an internationally known trainer who has trained boxers such as Manny “Pac-Man” Pacquiao, Oscar “Golden Boy” De La Hoya, and Floyd “Pretty Boy” Mayweather Jr.
Louie Burke fought boxing warriors Charlie “White Lightning” Brown and Hector Camacho.
It is said that Louie's passion for boxing may have been planted in his heart by his father Sam Burke who was also an avid boxer.
Small wonder Burke has earned himself the reputation as being one of the Southwest’s best trainers.
3 quick facts about Louie Burke:
Louie Burke is ranked on a list of Boxing's Greatest... Source: Louie Burke - Reviews on RateItAll [www.rateitall.com]
Burke was trained by legendary trainers Jessie Reid and Angelo Dundee