I bet the $3 was for the court costs associated with the installment payments. A lot of judges wouldn't have cut you any slack on it because it would have meant tacitly admitting he forgot to tell you about those costs. He was a good judge. He did the right thing. We need more judges like him today.kikibalt wrote:
Judge Leopoldo Sanchez
The Judge
Leopoldo Sanchez
Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge
One Sunday night in the summer of 1961 I was cruising down Whittier Blvd. in East Los Angeles listening to some R & B’s when I see a red light on my rear view mirror, the cops are pulling me over, for what?, I don’t know, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the Man to come give me a ticket.
“Driver’s license and car registration please”, I handed the cop both license and registration, as I do so I tell the cop “careful with the license, just got them back couple of weeks ago”, “you just got them back?” the cop asked me, “yeah” I said, “why did you just get them back?” the cop wanted to know, “well my license was suspended for a while” I said, “how long of a while?” the cop shot back at me, short while I said, “were you driving while your license were suspended?”, “no sir” I said, “are you sure? Do you have any warrants”, “no sir” I said again, “well let’s find out” he tells me. The cop goes back to his car, gets on the radio and runs a make on me, after a few minutes he comes back and tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car, Damn!, Going to jail on a beautiful summer night, the only good thing is that it was on a Sunday night, because Monday morning we go see the judge.
I was taken to the East Los Angeles Sheriff Sub-Station on Third Street to spend the night. Monday morning comes and I with a few others are taken to the courthouse to see the judge, some of us are taken into Judge Leopoldo Sanchez courtroom, Sanchez had a reputation as the most lenient judge in E.L.A, anybody and everybody who had a case pending in the E.L.A courthouse wanted to go in front of Judge Sanchez, lucky me, I also knew the Judge from the Olympic Auditorium as he was a big boxing fan, I would see him there every Thursday night, now and then I would talk to him there at the Olympic, but I never introduce myself so he did’n’t know my name.
Judge Sanchez starts hearing cases, after two or three cases he calls “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes your honor” I answered, “You are charged with driving with a suspended license, how do you plea?, “guilty your honor”, “okay, a ten dollar fine, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor”, “okay sit down” the judge tells me, I sat, the judge call the next case, “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “oh it’s you again, let see what are you charged with this time”, “I think it’s the same thing your honor, driving with suspended license”, “Yes it is and how do you plea?”, “guilty your honor”, “I’m going to have to fine you twenty five dollar on this one, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor” I answered again, “okay sit down”, I sat, the judge call his next case “Frank Baltazar case XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “you again?, Same charge, how many warrants did you have?” The judge asked me, “three your honor, this should be the last one” I said, “okay, I fined you ten dollar on the first one and twenty five on the second one, on the third one I’m going to have to fine you seventy five dollar, can you pay it?”, “your honor I can pay the first two now, but I can’t pay the last one” I told the judge, “okay, pay the thirty five dollars by 5:00 PM today and I’ll give you three months to pay the seventy five dollars at twenty five dollars a month” “thank you your honor, I can do that, but I need to go home to get the thirty five dollars”, the judge than told the bailiff to let me go home to get the thirty five. I ran all the way home, which was’n’t more than two miles from my house, get a ride with a friend back to the courthouse, paid the thirty five dollars, put the receipt in my wallet and then went to get my car out of the tow yard, another fifty buck it cost me.
I then paid three payments of twenty five a month for the next three months. I saved the receipts just in case. I run into the judge at the fights a couple of times and he asked me if I was paying the fine “yes sir” I told him.
A few months later after I had made my last payment I got pulled over in Montebello, cops ran a make on me and it turned out I had a warrant with a nine dollar bail, so I am taken to the Montebello Police department, from there I called Connie to come bail me out, told her to make sure she brought nine dollars.
I left the Montebello Police station with a date to see the judge. I go see Judge Sanchez on the date I was given. When he called my name he is one pissed off judge, “I gave you a chance to pay the seventy five dollar fine in three months and you did’n’t”, “But, But sir!, I did pay the seventy five dollars”, “you did?”, “yes sir and I have the receipts with me” “give them to the bailiff”, I gave them to the bailiff and he passes them on to the judge, after he read the receipts he tells me “but you did’n’t pay the other three dollars”, “what other three dollars your honor?”, for every twenty five dollars you pay one dollar for something or other he told me, I than told him that he told me to pay twenty five dollars a month, and which I did and I had the receipts to prove it, “Case dismissed” said the judge, “your honor, what about my nine dollars for the bail?”, “ oh, you will get that back in the mail in about a month”…About three weeks later I got my nine dollars back and then Connie took them away from me, said it was her money..... just can’t get any respect
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Wisdom . . .
"Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, but three times is enemy action"...Ian Fleming's "Goldfinger"
"Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, but three times is enemy action"...Ian Fleming's "Goldfinger"
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
>you may be cocky but u do have styleRick Farris wrote:Wisdom . . .
"Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, but three times is enemy action"...Ian Fleming's "Goldfinger"
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
I am working on it Greg...coach greg v wrote:>yeah frank you are definitely no writer. this great stuff!!!kikibalt wrote:
Judge Leopoldo Sanchez
The Judge
Leopoldo Sanchez
Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge
One Sunday night in the summer of 1961 I was cruising down Whittier Blvd. in East Los Angeles listening to some R & B’s when I see a red light on my rear view mirror, the cops are pulling me over, for what?, I don’t know, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the Man to come give me a ticket.
“Driver’s license and car registration please”, I handed the cop both license and registration, as I do so I tell the cop “careful with the license, just got them back couple of weeks ago”, “you just got them back?” the cop asked me, “yeah” I said, “why did you just get them back?” the cop wanted to know, “well my license was suspended for a while” I said, “how long of a while?” the cop shot back at me, short while I said, “were you driving while your license were suspended?”, “no sir” I said, “are you sure? Do you have any warrants”, “no sir” I said again, “well let’s find out” he tells me. The cop goes back to his car, gets on the radio and runs a make on me, after a few minutes he comes back and tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car, Damn!, Going to jail on a beautiful summer night, the only good thing is that it was on a Sunday night, because Monday morning we go see the judge.
I was taken to the East Los Angeles Sheriff Sub-Station on Third Street to spend the night. Monday morning comes and I with a few others are taken to the courthouse to see the judge, some of us are taken into Judge Leopoldo Sanchez courtroom, Sanchez had a reputation as the most lenient judge in E.L.A, anybody and everybody who had a case pending in the E.L.A courthouse wanted to go in front of Judge Sanchez, lucky me, I also knew the Judge from the Olympic Auditorium as he was a big boxing fan, I would see him there every Thursday night, now and then I would talk to him there at the Olympic, but I never introduce myself so he did’n’t know my name.
Judge Sanchez starts hearing cases, after two or three cases he calls “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes your honor” I answered, “You are charged with driving with a suspended license, how do you plea?, “guilty your honor”, “okay, a ten dollar fine, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor”, “okay sit down” the judge tells me, I sat, the judge call the next case, “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “oh it’s you again, let see what are you charged with this time”, “I think it’s the same thing your honor, driving with suspended license”, “Yes it is and how do you plea?”, “guilty your honor”, “I’m going to have to fine you twenty five dollar on this one, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor” I answered again, “okay sit down”, I sat, the judge call his next case “Frank Baltazar case XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “you again?, Same charge, how many warrants did you have?” The judge asked me, “three your honor, this should be the last one” I said, “okay, I fined you ten dollar on the first one and twenty five on the second one, on the third one I’m going to have to fine you seventy five dollar, can you pay it?”, “your honor I can pay the first two now, but I can’t pay the last one” I told the judge, “okay, pay the thirty five dollars by 5:00 PM today and I’ll give you three months to pay the seventy five dollars at twenty five dollars a month” “thank you your honor, I can do that, but I need to go home to get the thirty five dollars”, the judge than told the bailiff to let me go home to get the thirty five. I ran all the way home, which was’n’t more than two miles from my house, get a ride with a friend back to the courthouse, paid the thirty five dollars, put the receipt in my wallet and then went to get my car out of the tow yard, another fifty buck it cost me.
I then paid three payments of twenty five a month for the next three months. I saved the receipts just in case. I run into the judge at the fights a couple of times and he asked me if I was paying the fine “yes sir” I told him.
A few months later after I had made my last payment I got pulled over in Montebello, cops ran a make on me and it turned out I had a warrant with a nine dollar bail, so I am taken to the Montebello Police department, from there I called Connie to come bail me out, told her to make sure she brought nine dollars.
I left the Montebello Police station with a date to see the judge. I go see Judge Sanchez on the date I was given. When he called my name he is one pissed off judge, “I gave you a chance to pay the seventy five dollar fine in three months and you did’n’t”, “But, But sir!, I did pay the seventy five dollars”, “you did?”, “yes sir and I have the receipts with me” “give them to the bailiff”, I gave them to the bailiff and he passes them on to the judge, after he read the receipts he tells me “but you did’n’t pay the other three dollars”, “what other three dollars your honor?”, for every twenty five dollars you pay one dollar for something or other he told me, I than told him that he told me to pay twenty five dollars a month, and which I did and I had the receipts to prove it, “Case dismissed” said the judge, “your honor, what about my nine dollars for the bail?”, “ oh, you will get that back in the mail in about a month”…About three weeks later I got my nine dollars back and then Connie took them away from me, said it was her money..... just can’t get any respect
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
> this reminds me alot of the book east side storieskikibalt wrote:I am working on it Greg...coach greg v wrote:>yeah frank you are definitely no writer. this great stuff!!!kikibalt wrote:
Judge Leopoldo Sanchez
The Judge
Leopoldo Sanchez
Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge
One Sunday night in the summer of 1961 I was cruising down Whittier Blvd. in East Los Angeles listening to some R & B’s when I see a red light on my rear view mirror, the cops are pulling me over, for what?, I don’t know, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the Man to come give me a ticket.
“Driver’s license and car registration please”, I handed the cop both license and registration, as I do so I tell the cop “careful with the license, just got them back couple of weeks ago”, “you just got them back?” the cop asked me, “yeah” I said, “why did you just get them back?” the cop wanted to know, “well my license was suspended for a while” I said, “how long of a while?” the cop shot back at me, short while I said, “were you driving while your license were suspended?”, “no sir” I said, “are you sure? Do you have any warrants”, “no sir” I said again, “well let’s find out” he tells me. The cop goes back to his car, gets on the radio and runs a make on me, after a few minutes he comes back and tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car, Damn!, Going to jail on a beautiful summer night, the only good thing is that it was on a Sunday night, because Monday morning we go see the judge.
I was taken to the East Los Angeles Sheriff Sub-Station on Third Street to spend the night. Monday morning comes and I with a few others are taken to the courthouse to see the judge, some of us are taken into Judge Leopoldo Sanchez courtroom, Sanchez had a reputation as the most lenient judge in E.L.A, anybody and everybody who had a case pending in the E.L.A courthouse wanted to go in front of Judge Sanchez, lucky me, I also knew the Judge from the Olympic Auditorium as he was a big boxing fan, I would see him there every Thursday night, now and then I would talk to him there at the Olympic, but I never introduce myself so he did’n’t know my name.
Judge Sanchez starts hearing cases, after two or three cases he calls “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes your honor” I answered, “You are charged with driving with a suspended license, how do you plea?, “guilty your honor”, “okay, a ten dollar fine, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor”, “okay sit down” the judge tells me, I sat, the judge call the next case, “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “oh it’s you again, let see what are you charged with this time”, “I think it’s the same thing your honor, driving with suspended license”, “Yes it is and how do you plea?”, “guilty your honor”, “I’m going to have to fine you twenty five dollar on this one, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor” I answered again, “okay sit down”, I sat, the judge call his next case “Frank Baltazar case XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “you again?, Same charge, how many warrants did you have?” The judge asked me, “three your honor, this should be the last one” I said, “okay, I fined you ten dollar on the first one and twenty five on the second one, on the third one I’m going to have to fine you seventy five dollar, can you pay it?”, “your honor I can pay the first two now, but I can’t pay the last one” I told the judge, “okay, pay the thirty five dollars by 5:00 PM today and I’ll give you three months to pay the seventy five dollars at twenty five dollars a month” “thank you your honor, I can do that, but I need to go home to get the thirty five dollars”, the judge than told the bailiff to let me go home to get the thirty five. I ran all the way home, which was’n’t more than two miles from my house, get a ride with a friend back to the courthouse, paid the thirty five dollars, put the receipt in my wallet and then went to get my car out of the tow yard, another fifty buck it cost me.
I then paid three payments of twenty five a month for the next three months. I saved the receipts just in case. I run into the judge at the fights a couple of times and he asked me if I was paying the fine “yes sir” I told him.
A few months later after I had made my last payment I got pulled over in Montebello, cops ran a make on me and it turned out I had a warrant with a nine dollar bail, so I am taken to the Montebello Police department, from there I called Connie to come bail me out, told her to make sure she brought nine dollars.
I left the Montebello Police station with a date to see the judge. I go see Judge Sanchez on the date I was given. When he called my name he is one pissed off judge, “I gave you a chance to pay the seventy five dollar fine in three months and you did’n’t”, “But, But sir!, I did pay the seventy five dollars”, “you did?”, “yes sir and I have the receipts with me” “give them to the bailiff”, I gave them to the bailiff and he passes them on to the judge, after he read the receipts he tells me “but you did’n’t pay the other three dollars”, “what other three dollars your honor?”, for every twenty five dollars you pay one dollar for something or other he told me, I than told him that he told me to pay twenty five dollars a month, and which I did and I had the receipts to prove it, “Case dismissed” said the judge, “your honor, what about my nine dollars for the bail?”, “ oh, you will get that back in the mail in about a month”…About three weeks later I got my nine dollars back and then Connie took them away from me, said it was her money..... just can’t get any respect
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
kikibalt wrote:
Judge Leopoldo Sanchez
The Judge
Leopoldo Sanchez
Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge
One Sunday night in the summer of 1961 I was cruising down Whittier Blvd. in East Los Angeles listening to some R & B’s when I see a red light on my rear view mirror, the cops are pulling me over, for what?, I don’t know, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the Man to come give me a ticket.
“Driver’s license and car registration please”, I handed the cop both license and registration, as I do so I tell the cop “careful with the license, just got them back couple of weeks ago”, “you just got them back?” the cop asked me, “yeah” I said, “why did you just get them back?” the cop wanted to know, “well my license was suspended for a while” I said, “how long of a while?” the cop shot back at me, short while I said, “were you driving while your license were suspended?”, “no sir” I said, “are you sure? Do you have any warrants”, “no sir” I said again, “well let’s find out” he tells me. The cop goes back to his car, gets on the radio and runs a make on me, after a few minutes he comes back and tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car, Damn!, Going to jail on a beautiful summer night, the only good thing is that it was on a Sunday night, because Monday morning we go see the judge.
I was taken to the East Los Angeles Sheriff Sub-Station on Third Street to spend the night. Monday morning comes and I with a few others are taken to the courthouse to see the judge, some of us are taken into Judge Leopoldo Sanchez courtroom, Sanchez had a reputation as the most lenient judge in E.L.A, anybody and everybody who had a case pending in the E.L.A courthouse wanted to go in front of Judge Sanchez, lucky me, I also knew the Judge from the Olympic Auditorium as he was a big boxing fan, I would see him there every Thursday night, now and then I would talk to him there at the Olympic, but I never introduce myself so he did’n’t know my name.
Judge Sanchez starts hearing cases, after two or three cases he calls “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes your honor” I answered, “You are charged with driving with a suspended license, how do you plea?, “guilty your honor”, “okay, a ten dollar fine, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor”, “okay sit down” the judge tells me, I sat, the judge call the next case, “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “oh it’s you again, let see what are you charged with this time”, “I think it’s the same thing your honor, driving with suspended license”, “Yes it is and how do you plea?”, “guilty your honor”, “I’m going to have to fine you twenty five dollar on this one, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor” I answered again, “okay sit down”, I sat, the judge call his next case “Frank Baltazar case XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “you again?, Same charge, how many warrants did you have?” The judge asked me, “three your honor, this should be the last one” I said, “okay, I fined you ten dollar on the first one and twenty five on the second one, on the third one I’m going to have to fine you seventy five dollar, can you pay it?”, “your honor I can pay the first two now, but I can’t pay the last one” I told the judge, “okay, pay the thirty five dollars by 5:00 PM today and I’ll give you three months to pay the seventy five dollars at twenty five dollars a month” “thank you your honor, I can do that, but I need to go home to get the thirty five dollars”, the judge than told the bailiff to let me go home to get the thirty five. I ran all the way home, which was’n’t more than two miles from my house, get a ride with a friend back to the courthouse, paid the thirty five dollars, put the receipt in my wallet and then went to get my car out of the tow yard, another fifty buck it cost me.
I then paid three payments of twenty five a month for the next three months. I saved the receipts just in case. I run into the judge at the fights a couple of times and he asked me if I was paying the fine “yes sir” I told him.
A few months later after I had made my last payment I got pulled over in Montebello, cops ran a make on me and it turned out I had a warrant with a nine dollar bail, so I am taken to the Montebello Police department, from there I called Connie to come bail me out, told her to make sure she brought nine dollars.
I left the Montebello Police station with a date to see the judge. I go see Judge Sanchez on the date I was given. When he called my name he is one pissed off judge, “I gave you a chance to pay the seventy five dollar fine in three months and you did’n’t”, “But, But sir!, I did pay the seventy five dollars”, “you did?”, “yes sir and I have the receipts with me” “give them to the bailiff”, I gave them to the bailiff and he passes them on to the judge, after he read the receipts he tells me “but you did’n’t pay the other three dollars”, “what other three dollars your honor?”, for every twenty five dollars you pay one dollar for something or other he told me, I than told him that he told me to pay twenty five dollars a month, and which I did and I had the receipts to prove it, “Case dismissed” said the judge, “your honor, what about my nine dollars for the bail?”, “ oh, you will get that back in the mail in about a month”…About three weeks later I got my nine dollars back and then Connie took them away from me, said it was her money..... just can’t get any respect
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
As my Cockney mate Dave Wescott would say, "And why not?"raylawpc wrote:In a perfect world, I'd live Memorial Day to Labor Day in Sweden, and Labor Day to Memorial Day in Scottsdale, Arizona.coach greg v wrote:>raylawpc wrote: Greg, I've had lots of family members who have lived in Alaska, and visiting Alaska is on my bucket list . . . but not in the winter!
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> in my sports room we have 80 inch tv boxing ring pool table easy chairs and a view to die for.....Rick Farris wrote:As my Cockney mate Dave Wescott would say, "And why not?"raylawpc wrote:In a perfect world, I'd live Memorial Day to Labor Day in Sweden, and Labor Day to Memorial Day in Scottsdale, Arizona.coach greg v wrote: >
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Tom, Judge Sanchez never said any thing about three bucks on top of the 75 bucks, I would have paid them if he have said so, after all I paid the 75 bucks. When the Montebello cops told me I had a warrant with a 9 dollar bail I didn't whether to cry or laugh...now Iraylawpc wrote:I bet the $3 was for the court costs associated with the installment payments. A lot of judges wouldn't have cut you any slack on it because it would have meant tacitly admitting he forgot to tell you about those costs. He was a good judge. He did the right thing. We need more judges like him today.kikibalt wrote:
Judge Leopoldo Sanchez
The Judge
Leopoldo Sanchez
Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge
One Sunday night in the summer of 1961 I was cruising down Whittier Blvd. in East Los Angeles listening to some R & B’s when I see a red light on my rear view mirror, the cops are pulling me over, for what?, I don’t know, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the Man to come give me a ticket.
“Driver’s license and car registration please”, I handed the cop both license and registration, as I do so I tell the cop “careful with the license, just got them back couple of weeks ago”, “you just got them back?” the cop asked me, “yeah” I said, “why did you just get them back?” the cop wanted to know, “well my license was suspended for a while” I said, “how long of a while?” the cop shot back at me, short while I said, “were you driving while your license were suspended?”, “no sir” I said, “are you sure? Do you have any warrants”, “no sir” I said again, “well let’s find out” he tells me. The cop goes back to his car, gets on the radio and runs a make on me, after a few minutes he comes back and tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car, Damn!, Going to jail on a beautiful summer night, the only good thing is that it was on a Sunday night, because Monday morning we go see the judge.
I was taken to the East Los Angeles Sheriff Sub-Station on Third Street to spend the night. Monday morning comes and I with a few others are taken to the courthouse to see the judge, some of us are taken into Judge Leopoldo Sanchez courtroom, Sanchez had a reputation as the most lenient judge in E.L.A, anybody and everybody who had a case pending in the E.L.A courthouse wanted to go in front of Judge Sanchez, lucky me, I also knew the Judge from the Olympic Auditorium as he was a big boxing fan, I would see him there every Thursday night, now and then I would talk to him there at the Olympic, but I never introduce myself so he did’n’t know my name.
Judge Sanchez starts hearing cases, after two or three cases he calls “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes your honor” I answered, “You are charged with driving with a suspended license, how do you plea?, “guilty your honor”, “okay, a ten dollar fine, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor”, “okay sit down” the judge tells me, I sat, the judge call the next case, “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “oh it’s you again, let see what are you charged with this time”, “I think it’s the same thing your honor, driving with suspended license”, “Yes it is and how do you plea?”, “guilty your honor”, “I’m going to have to fine you twenty five dollar on this one, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor” I answered again, “okay sit down”, I sat, the judge call his next case “Frank Baltazar case XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “you again?, Same charge, how many warrants did you have?” The judge asked me, “three your honor, this should be the last one” I said, “okay, I fined you ten dollar on the first one and twenty five on the second one, on the third one I’m going to have to fine you seventy five dollar, can you pay it?”, “your honor I can pay the first two now, but I can’t pay the last one” I told the judge, “okay, pay the thirty five dollars by 5:00 PM today and I’ll give you three months to pay the seventy five dollars at twenty five dollars a month” “thank you your honor, I can do that, but I need to go home to get the thirty five dollars”, the judge than told the bailiff to let me go home to get the thirty five. I ran all the way home, which was’n’t more than two miles from my house, get a ride with a friend back to the courthouse, paid the thirty five dollars, put the receipt in my wallet and then went to get my car out of the tow yard, another fifty buck it cost me.
I then paid three payments of twenty five a month for the next three months. I saved the receipts just in case. I run into the judge at the fights a couple of times and he asked me if I was paying the fine “yes sir” I told him.
A few months later after I had made my last payment I got pulled over in Montebello, cops ran a make on me and it turned out I had a warrant with a nine dollar bail, so I am taken to the Montebello Police department, from there I called Connie to come bail me out, told her to make sure she brought nine dollars.
I left the Montebello Police station with a date to see the judge. I go see Judge Sanchez on the date I was given. When he called my name he is one pissed off judge, “I gave you a chance to pay the seventy five dollar fine in three months and you did’n’t”, “But, But sir!, I did pay the seventy five dollars”, “you did?”, “yes sir and I have the receipts with me” “give them to the bailiff”, I gave them to the bailiff and he passes them on to the judge, after he read the receipts he tells me “but you did’n’t pay the other three dollars”, “what other three dollars your honor?”, for every twenty five dollars you pay one dollar for something or other he told me, I than told him that he told me to pay twenty five dollars a month, and which I did and I had the receipts to prove it, “Case dismissed” said the judge, “your honor, what about my nine dollars for the bail?”, “ oh, you will get that back in the mail in about a month”…About three weeks later I got my nine dollars back and then Connie took them away from me, said it was her money..... just can’t get any respect
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I know. That was my point: Many judges would have given you hell for not paying the $3 because, if they let you off on it, that would be the same as admitting they forgot to tell you about it. When you said you didn't know about it, he dismissed the case. He realized it was his screw-up, not yours. A lot of judges wouldn't have done that because their egos would get in the way.kikibalt wrote:Tom, Judge Sanchez never said any thing about three bucks on top of the 75 bucks, I would have paid them if he have said so, after all I paid the 75 bucks. When the Montebello cops told me I had a warrant with a 9 dollar bail I didn't whether to cry or laugh...now Iraylawpc wrote:I bet the $3 was for the court costs associated with the installment payments. A lot of judges wouldn't have cut you any slack on it because it would have meant tacitly admitting he forgot to tell you about those costs. He was a good judge. He did the right thing. We need more judges like him today.kikibalt wrote:
Judge Leopoldo Sanchez
The Judge
Leopoldo Sanchez
Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge
One Sunday night in the summer of 1961 I was cruising down Whittier Blvd. in East Los Angeles listening to some R & B’s when I see a red light on my rear view mirror, the cops are pulling me over, for what?, I don’t know, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the Man to come give me a ticket.
“Driver’s license and car registration please”, I handed the cop both license and registration, as I do so I tell the cop “careful with the license, just got them back couple of weeks ago”, “you just got them back?” the cop asked me, “yeah” I said, “why did you just get them back?” the cop wanted to know, “well my license was suspended for a while” I said, “how long of a while?” the cop shot back at me, short while I said, “were you driving while your license were suspended?”, “no sir” I said, “are you sure? Do you have any warrants”, “no sir” I said again, “well let’s find out” he tells me. The cop goes back to his car, gets on the radio and runs a make on me, after a few minutes he comes back and tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car, Damn!, Going to jail on a beautiful summer night, the only good thing is that it was on a Sunday night, because Monday morning we go see the judge.
I was taken to the East Los Angeles Sheriff Sub-Station on Third Street to spend the night. Monday morning comes and I with a few others are taken to the courthouse to see the judge, some of us are taken into Judge Leopoldo Sanchez courtroom, Sanchez had a reputation as the most lenient judge in E.L.A, anybody and everybody who had a case pending in the E.L.A courthouse wanted to go in front of Judge Sanchez, lucky me, I also knew the Judge from the Olympic Auditorium as he was a big boxing fan, I would see him there every Thursday night, now and then I would talk to him there at the Olympic, but I never introduce myself so he did’n’t know my name.
Judge Sanchez starts hearing cases, after two or three cases he calls “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes your honor” I answered, “You are charged with driving with a suspended license, how do you plea?, “guilty your honor”, “okay, a ten dollar fine, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor”, “okay sit down” the judge tells me, I sat, the judge call the next case, “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “oh it’s you again, let see what are you charged with this time”, “I think it’s the same thing your honor, driving with suspended license”, “Yes it is and how do you plea?”, “guilty your honor”, “I’m going to have to fine you twenty five dollar on this one, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor” I answered again, “okay sit down”, I sat, the judge call his next case “Frank Baltazar case XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “you again?, Same charge, how many warrants did you have?” The judge asked me, “three your honor, this should be the last one” I said, “okay, I fined you ten dollar on the first one and twenty five on the second one, on the third one I’m going to have to fine you seventy five dollar, can you pay it?”, “your honor I can pay the first two now, but I can’t pay the last one” I told the judge, “okay, pay the thirty five dollars by 5:00 PM today and I’ll give you three months to pay the seventy five dollars at twenty five dollars a month” “thank you your honor, I can do that, but I need to go home to get the thirty five dollars”, the judge than told the bailiff to let me go home to get the thirty five. I ran all the way home, which was’n’t more than two miles from my house, get a ride with a friend back to the courthouse, paid the thirty five dollars, put the receipt in my wallet and then went to get my car out of the tow yard, another fifty buck it cost me.
I then paid three payments of twenty five a month for the next three months. I saved the receipts just in case. I run into the judge at the fights a couple of times and he asked me if I was paying the fine “yes sir” I told him.
A few months later after I had made my last payment I got pulled over in Montebello, cops ran a make on me and it turned out I had a warrant with a nine dollar bail, so I am taken to the Montebello Police department, from there I called Connie to come bail me out, told her to make sure she brought nine dollars.
I left the Montebello Police station with a date to see the judge. I go see Judge Sanchez on the date I was given. When he called my name he is one pissed off judge, “I gave you a chance to pay the seventy five dollar fine in three months and you did’n’t”, “But, But sir!, I did pay the seventy five dollars”, “you did?”, “yes sir and I have the receipts with me” “give them to the bailiff”, I gave them to the bailiff and he passes them on to the judge, after he read the receipts he tells me “but you did’n’t pay the other three dollars”, “what other three dollars your honor?”, for every twenty five dollars you pay one dollar for something or other he told me, I than told him that he told me to pay twenty five dollars a month, and which I did and I had the receipts to prove it, “Case dismissed” said the judge, “your honor, what about my nine dollars for the bail?”, “ oh, you will get that back in the mail in about a month”…About three weeks later I got my nine dollars back and then Connie took them away from me, said it was her money..... just can’t get any respect
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Not quite enough $$$$ and a wife who likes "seasons". . . My wife's from Minnesota. She likes snow and cold.Rick Farris wrote:As my Cockney mate Dave Wescott would say, "And why not?"raylawpc wrote:In a perfect world, I'd live Memorial Day to Labor Day in Sweden, and Labor Day to Memorial Day in Scottsdale, Arizona.coach greg v wrote: >
Last weekend, we were visiting her relatives in Minnesota. When we were driving around town, I noticed that all of the fire hydrants had metal poles painted red and white attached to them. These poles were about five feet tall. "What's with the poles on the fire hydrants?," I asked her. "So you can see where the fire hydrants are when they are buried in the snow during winter."
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Tom, our granddaughter lives north of Scottsdale, in Flagstaff..raylawpc wrote:Not quite enough $$$$ and a wife who likes "seasons". . . My wife's from Minnesota. She likes snow and cold.Rick Farris wrote:As my Cockney mate Dave Wescott would say, "And why not?"raylawpc wrote: In a perfect world, I'd live Memorial Day to Labor Day in Sweden, and Labor Day to Memorial Day in Scottsdale, Arizona.
Last weekend, we were visiting her relatives in Minnesota. When we were driving around town, I noticed that all of the fire hydrants had metal poles painted red and white attached to them. These poles were about five feet tall. "What's with the poles on the fire hydrants?," I asked her. "So you can see where the fire hydrants are when they are buried in the snow during winter."
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Tom, our granddaughter lives north of Scottsdale, in Flagstaff..[/quote]kikibalt wrote:Not quite enough $$$$ and a wife who likes "seasons". . . My wife's from Minnesota. She likes snow and cold.raylawpc wrote:As my Cockney mate Dave Wescott would say, "And why not?"Rick Farris wrote: In a perfect world, I'd live Memorial Day to Labor Day in Sweden, and Labor Day to Memorial Day in Scottsdale, Arizona.
Last weekend, we were visiting her relatives in Minnesota. When we were driving around town, I noticed that all of the fire hydrants had metal poles painted red and white attached to them. These poles were about five feet tall. "What's with the poles on the fire hydrants?," I asked her. "So you can see where the fire hydrants are when they are buried in the snow during winter."
> arizona is nice. I like it there but I got 7 boys and I took them away from the city schools where all the crap is.....we got boxing gyms a small farm guest houses all of u should come up with ur wives if u see the aurora borealis u will never need little blue pills ever..trust me bantam wonder
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Frank, I remember a while back, quite a while back when you said you were not writer. I think you have become a real story teller. The stuff you write I can really relate to. Went through a lot of the same sh*t only about 20 years or so later. Keep'em coming Frank, I honestly enjoy the things you write about, so does everyone else. I'm putting my bid in now to write the forward of your first book!kikibalt wrote:
Judge Leopoldo Sanchez
The Judge
Leopoldo Sanchez
Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge
One Sunday night in the summer of 1961 I was cruising down Whittier Blvd. in East Los Angeles listening to some R & B’s when I see a red light on my rear view mirror, the cops are pulling me over, for what?, I don’t know, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the Man to come give me a ticket.
“Driver’s license and car registration please”, I handed the cop both license and registration, as I do so I tell the cop “careful with the license, just got them back couple of weeks ago”, “you just got them back?” the cop asked me, “yeah” I said, “why did you just get them back?” the cop wanted to know, “well my license was suspended for a while” I said, “how long of a while?” the cop shot back at me, short while I said, “were you driving while your license were suspended?”, “no sir” I said, “are you sure? Do you have any warrants”, “no sir” I said again, “well let’s find out” he tells me. The cop goes back to his car, gets on the radio and runs a make on me, after a few minutes he comes back and tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car, Damn!, Going to jail on a beautiful summer night, the only good thing is that it was on a Sunday night, because Monday morning we go see the judge.
I was taken to the East Los Angeles Sheriff Sub-Station on Third Street to spend the night. Monday morning comes and I with a few others are taken to the courthouse to see the judge, some of us are taken into Judge Leopoldo Sanchez courtroom, Sanchez had a reputation as the most lenient judge in E.L.A, anybody and everybody who had a case pending in the E.L.A courthouse wanted to go in front of Judge Sanchez, lucky me, I also knew the Judge from the Olympic Auditorium as he was a big boxing fan, I would see him there every Thursday night, now and then I would talk to him there at the Olympic, but I never introduce myself so he did’n’t know my name.
Judge Sanchez starts hearing cases, after two or three cases he calls “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes your honor” I answered, “You are charged with driving with a suspended license, how do you plea?, “guilty your honor”, “okay, a ten dollar fine, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor”, “okay sit down” the judge tells me, I sat, the judge call the next case, “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “oh it’s you again, let see what are you charged with this time”, “I think it’s the same thing your honor, driving with suspended license”, “Yes it is and how do you plea?”, “guilty your honor”, “I’m going to have to fine you twenty five dollar on this one, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor” I answered again, “okay sit down”, I sat, the judge call his next case “Frank Baltazar case XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “you again?, Same charge, how many warrants did you have?” The judge asked me, “three your honor, this should be the last one” I said, “okay, I fined you ten dollar on the first one and twenty five on the second one, on the third one I’m going to have to fine you seventy five dollar, can you pay it?”, “your honor I can pay the first two now, but I can’t pay the last one” I told the judge, “okay, pay the thirty five dollars by 5:00 PM today and I’ll give you three months to pay the seventy five dollars at twenty five dollars a month” “thank you your honor, I can do that, but I need to go home to get the thirty five dollars”, the judge than told the bailiff to let me go home to get the thirty five. I ran all the way home, which was’n’t more than two miles from my house, get a ride with a friend back to the courthouse, paid the thirty five dollars, put the receipt in my wallet and then went to get my car out of the tow yard, another fifty buck it cost me.
I then paid three payments of twenty five a month for the next three months. I saved the receipts just in case. I run into the judge at the fights a couple of times and he asked me if I was paying the fine “yes sir” I told him.
A few months later after I had made my last payment I got pulled over in Montebello, cops ran a make on me and it turned out I had a warrant with a nine dollar bail, so I am taken to the Montebello Police department, from there I called Connie to come bail me out, told her to make sure she brought nine dollars.
I left the Montebello Police station with a date to see the judge. I go see Judge Sanchez on the date I was given. When he called my name he is one pissed off judge, “I gave you a chance to pay the seventy five dollar fine in three months and you did’n’t”, “But, But sir!, I did pay the seventy five dollars”, “you did?”, “yes sir and I have the receipts with me” “give them to the bailiff”, I gave them to the bailiff and he passes them on to the judge, after he read the receipts he tells me “but you did’n’t pay the other three dollars”, “what other three dollars your honor?”, for every twenty five dollars you pay one dollar for something or other he told me, I than told him that he told me to pay twenty five dollars a month, and which I did and I had the receipts to prove it, “Case dismissed” said the judge, “your honor, what about my nine dollars for the bail?”, “ oh, you will get that back in the mail in about a month”…About three weeks later I got my nine dollars back and then Connie took them away from me, said it was her money..... just can’t get any respect
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>Randyman wrote:Frank, I remember a while back, quite a while back when you said you were not writer. I think you have become a real story teller. The stuff you write I can really relate to. Went through a lot of the same sh*t only about 20 years or so later. Keep'em coming Frank, I honestly enjoy the things you write about, so does everyone else. I'm putting my bid in now to write the forward of your first book!kikibalt wrote:
Judge Leopoldo Sanchez
The Judge
Leopoldo Sanchez
Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge
One Sunday night in the summer of 1961 I was cruising down Whittier Blvd. in East Los Angeles listening to some R & B’s when I see a red light on my rear view mirror, the cops are pulling me over, for what?, I don’t know, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the Man to come give me a ticket.
“Driver’s license and car registration please”, I handed the cop both license and registration, as I do so I tell the cop “careful with the license, just got them back couple of weeks ago”, “you just got them back?” the cop asked me, “yeah” I said, “why did you just get them back?” the cop wanted to know, “well my license was suspended for a while” I said, “how long of a while?” the cop shot back at me, short while I said, “were you driving while your license were suspended?”, “no sir” I said, “are you sure? Do you have any warrants”, “no sir” I said again, “well let’s find out” he tells me. The cop goes back to his car, gets on the radio and runs a make on me, after a few minutes he comes back and tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car, Damn!, Going to jail on a beautiful summer night, the only good thing is that it was on a Sunday night, because Monday morning we go see the judge.
I was taken to the East Los Angeles Sheriff Sub-Station on Third Street to spend the night. Monday morning comes and I with a few others are taken to the courthouse to see the judge, some of us are taken into Judge Leopoldo Sanchez courtroom, Sanchez had a reputation as the most lenient judge in E.L.A, anybody and everybody who had a case pending in the E.L.A courthouse wanted to go in front of Judge Sanchez, lucky me, I also knew the Judge from the Olympic Auditorium as he was a big boxing fan, I would see him there every Thursday night, now and then I would talk to him there at the Olympic, but I never introduce myself so he did’n’t know my name.
Judge Sanchez starts hearing cases, after two or three cases he calls “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes your honor” I answered, “You are charged with driving with a suspended license, how do you plea?, “guilty your honor”, “okay, a ten dollar fine, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor”, “okay sit down” the judge tells me, I sat, the judge call the next case, “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “oh it’s you again, let see what are you charged with this time”, “I think it’s the same thing your honor, driving with suspended license”, “Yes it is and how do you plea?”, “guilty your honor”, “I’m going to have to fine you twenty five dollar on this one, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor” I answered again, “okay sit down”, I sat, the judge call his next case “Frank Baltazar case XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “you again?, Same charge, how many warrants did you have?” The judge asked me, “three your honor, this should be the last one” I said, “okay, I fined you ten dollar on the first one and twenty five on the second one, on the third one I’m going to have to fine you seventy five dollar, can you pay it?”, “your honor I can pay the first two now, but I can’t pay the last one” I told the judge, “okay, pay the thirty five dollars by 5:00 PM today and I’ll give you three months to pay the seventy five dollars at twenty five dollars a month” “thank you your honor, I can do that, but I need to go home to get the thirty five dollars”, the judge than told the bailiff to let me go home to get the thirty five. I ran all the way home, which was’n’t more than two miles from my house, get a ride with a friend back to the courthouse, paid the thirty five dollars, put the receipt in my wallet and then went to get my car out of the tow yard, another fifty buck it cost me.
I then paid three payments of twenty five a month for the next three months. I saved the receipts just in case. I run into the judge at the fights a couple of times and he asked me if I was paying the fine “yes sir” I told him.
A few months later after I had made my last payment I got pulled over in Montebello, cops ran a make on me and it turned out I had a warrant with a nine dollar bail, so I am taken to the Montebello Police department, from there I called Connie to come bail me out, told her to make sure she brought nine dollars.
I left the Montebello Police station with a date to see the judge. I go see Judge Sanchez on the date I was given. When he called my name he is one pissed off judge, “I gave you a chance to pay the seventy five dollar fine in three months and you did’n’t”, “But, But sir!, I did pay the seventy five dollars”, “you did?”, “yes sir and I have the receipts with me” “give them to the bailiff”, I gave them to the bailiff and he passes them on to the judge, after he read the receipts he tells me “but you did’n’t pay the other three dollars”, “what other three dollars your honor?”, for every twenty five dollars you pay one dollar for something or other he told me, I than told him that he told me to pay twenty five dollars a month, and which I did and I had the receipts to prove it, “Case dismissed” said the judge, “your honor, what about my nine dollars for the bail?”, “ oh, you will get that back in the mail in about a month”…About three weeks later I got my nine dollars back and then Connie took them away from me, said it was her money..... just can’t get any respect
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Tom, our granddaughter lives north of Scottsdale, in Flagstaff..[/quote]coach greg v wrote:Not quite enough $$$$ and a wife who likes "seasons". . . My wife's from Minnesota. She likes snow and cold.kikibalt wrote:As my Cockney mate Dave Wescott would say, "And why not?"raylawpc wrote: In a perfect world, I'd live Memorial Day to Labor Day in Sweden, and Labor Day to Memorial Day in Scottsdale, Arizona.
Last weekend, we were visiting her relatives in Minnesota. When we were driving around town, I noticed that all of the fire hydrants had metal poles painted red and white attached to them. These poles were about five feet tall. "What's with the poles on the fire hydrants?," I asked her. "So you can see where the fire hydrants are when they are buried in the snow during winter."
> arizona is nice. I like it there but I got 7 boys and I took them away from the city schools where all the crap is.....we got boxing gyms a small farm guest houses all of u should come up with ur wives if u see the aurora borealis u will never need little blue pills ever..trust me bantam wonder[/quote]
Sounds like a pretty good life Greg. Wouldn't mind visiting myself someday! :)
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Tom, our granddaughter lives north of Scottsdale, in Flagstaff..[/quote]Randyman wrote:Not quite enough $$$$ and a wife who likes "seasons". . . My wife's from Minnesota. She likes snow and cold.coach greg v wrote:As my Cockney mate Dave Wescott would say, "And why not?"kikibalt wrote: In a perfect world, I'd live Memorial Day to Labor Day in Sweden, and Labor Day to Memorial Day in Scottsdale, Arizona.
Last weekend, we were visiting her relatives in Minnesota. When we were driving around town, I noticed that all of the fire hydrants had metal poles painted red and white attached to them. These poles were about five feet tall. "What's with the poles on the fire hydrants?," I asked her. "So you can see where the fire hydrants are when they are buried in the snow during winter."
> arizona is nice. I like it there but I got 7 boys and I took them away from the city schools where all the crap is.....we got boxing gyms a small farm guest houses all of u should come up with ur wives if u see the aurora borealis u will never need little blue pills ever..trust me bantam wonder[/quote]
Sounds like a pretty good life Greg. Wouldn't mind visiting myself someday! :)[/quote]
>always welcome. we can talk of o'grady u can see 5 different fights going on in the recroom the university of alaska boxing team works out in my gym. we have a bull a cow and few other 4 legged creatures.....
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Thanks Randy and everybody else for the kind words....coach greg v wrote:>Randyman wrote:Frank, I remember a while back, quite a while back when you said you were not writer. I think you have become a real story teller. The stuff you write I can really relate to. Went through a lot of the same sh*t only about 20 years or so later. Keep'em coming Frank, I honestly enjoy the things you write about, so does everyone else. I'm putting my bid in now to write the forward of your first book!kikibalt wrote:
Judge Leopoldo Sanchez
The Judge
Leopoldo Sanchez
Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge
One Sunday night in the summer of 1961 I was cruising down Whittier Blvd. in East Los Angeles listening to some R & B’s when I see a red light on my rear view mirror, the cops are pulling me over, for what?, I don’t know, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the Man to come give me a ticket.
“Driver’s license and car registration please”, I handed the cop both license and registration, as I do so I tell the cop “careful with the license, just got them back couple of weeks ago”, “you just got them back?” the cop asked me, “yeah” I said, “why did you just get them back?” the cop wanted to know, “well my license was suspended for a while” I said, “how long of a while?” the cop shot back at me, short while I said, “were you driving while your license were suspended?”, “no sir” I said, “are you sure? Do you have any warrants”, “no sir” I said again, “well let’s find out” he tells me. The cop goes back to his car, gets on the radio and runs a make on me, after a few minutes he comes back and tells me to put my hands on the hood of the car, Damn!, Going to jail on a beautiful summer night, the only good thing is that it was on a Sunday night, because Monday morning we go see the judge.
I was taken to the East Los Angeles Sheriff Sub-Station on Third Street to spend the night. Monday morning comes and I with a few others are taken to the courthouse to see the judge, some of us are taken into Judge Leopoldo Sanchez courtroom, Sanchez had a reputation as the most lenient judge in E.L.A, anybody and everybody who had a case pending in the E.L.A courthouse wanted to go in front of Judge Sanchez, lucky me, I also knew the Judge from the Olympic Auditorium as he was a big boxing fan, I would see him there every Thursday night, now and then I would talk to him there at the Olympic, but I never introduce myself so he did’n’t know my name.
Judge Sanchez starts hearing cases, after two or three cases he calls “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes your honor” I answered, “You are charged with driving with a suspended license, how do you plea?, “guilty your honor”, “okay, a ten dollar fine, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor”, “okay sit down” the judge tells me, I sat, the judge call the next case, “Frank Baltazar case number XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “oh it’s you again, let see what are you charged with this time”, “I think it’s the same thing your honor, driving with suspended license”, “Yes it is and how do you plea?”, “guilty your honor”, “I’m going to have to fine you twenty five dollar on this one, can you pay it?”, “yes, your honor” I answered again, “okay sit down”, I sat, the judge call his next case “Frank Baltazar case XXXX”, “yes, your honor”, “you again?, Same charge, how many warrants did you have?” The judge asked me, “three your honor, this should be the last one” I said, “okay, I fined you ten dollar on the first one and twenty five on the second one, on the third one I’m going to have to fine you seventy five dollar, can you pay it?”, “your honor I can pay the first two now, but I can’t pay the last one” I told the judge, “okay, pay the thirty five dollars by 5:00 PM today and I’ll give you three months to pay the seventy five dollars at twenty five dollars a month” “thank you your honor, I can do that, but I need to go home to get the thirty five dollars”, the judge than told the bailiff to let me go home to get the thirty five. I ran all the way home, which was’n’t more than two miles from my house, get a ride with a friend back to the courthouse, paid the thirty five dollars, put the receipt in my wallet and then went to get my car out of the tow yard, another fifty buck it cost me.
I then paid three payments of twenty five a month for the next three months. I saved the receipts just in case. I run into the judge at the fights a couple of times and he asked me if I was paying the fine “yes sir” I told him.
A few months later after I had made my last payment I got pulled over in Montebello, cops ran a make on me and it turned out I had a warrant with a nine dollar bail, so I am taken to the Montebello Police department, from there I called Connie to come bail me out, told her to make sure she brought nine dollars.
I left the Montebello Police station with a date to see the judge. I go see Judge Sanchez on the date I was given. When he called my name he is one pissed off judge, “I gave you a chance to pay the seventy five dollar fine in three months and you did’n’t”, “But, But sir!, I did pay the seventy five dollars”, “you did?”, “yes sir and I have the receipts with me” “give them to the bailiff”, I gave them to the bailiff and he passes them on to the judge, after he read the receipts he tells me “but you did’n’t pay the other three dollars”, “what other three dollars your honor?”, for every twenty five dollars you pay one dollar for something or other he told me, I than told him that he told me to pay twenty five dollars a month, and which I did and I had the receipts to prove it, “Case dismissed” said the judge, “your honor, what about my nine dollars for the bail?”, “ oh, you will get that back in the mail in about a month”…About three weeks later I got my nine dollars back and then Connie took them away from me, said it was her money..... just can’t get any respect
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> frank if u dont shape up im gonna get charlie el jefe to explain it to ukikibalt wrote:Thanks Randy and everybody else for the kind words....coach greg v wrote:>Randyman wrote: Frank, I remember a while back, quite a while back when you said you were not writer. I think you have become a real story teller. The stuff you write I can really relate to. Went through a lot of the same sh*t only about 20 years or so later. Keep'em coming Frank, I honestly enjoy the things you write about, so does everyone else. I'm putting my bid in now to write the forward of your first book!
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Tom, our granddaughter lives north of Scottsdale, in Flagstaff..[/quote]kikibalt wrote:Not quite enough $$$$ and a wife who likes "seasons". . . My wife's from Minnesota. She likes snow and cold.raylawpc wrote:As my Cockney mate Dave Wescott would say, "And why not?"Rick Farris wrote: In a perfect world, I'd live Memorial Day to Labor Day in Sweden, and Labor Day to Memorial Day in Scottsdale, Arizona.
Last weekend, we were visiting her relatives in Minnesota. When we were driving around town, I noticed that all of the fire hydrants had metal poles painted red and white attached to them. These poles were about five feet tall. "What's with the poles on the fire hydrants?," I asked her. "So you can see where the fire hydrants are when they are buried in the snow during winter."
Flagstaff gets too cold in the winter for me. I loved those 70s and 80s year-around, hence Scottsdale and Sweden for me!!
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Tom, our granddaughter lives north of Scottsdale, in Flagstaff..[/quote]raylawpc wrote:Not quite enough $$$$ and a wife who likes "seasons". . . My wife's from Minnesota. She likes snow and cold.kikibalt wrote:As my Cockney mate Dave Wescott would say, "And why not?"raylawpc wrote: In a perfect world, I'd live Memorial Day to Labor Day in Sweden, and Labor Day to Memorial Day in Scottsdale, Arizona.
Last weekend, we were visiting her relatives in Minnesota. When we were driving around town, I noticed that all of the fire hydrants had metal poles painted red and white attached to them. These poles were about five feet tall. "What's with the poles on the fire hydrants?," I asked her. "So you can see where the fire hydrants are when they are buried in the snow during winter."
Flagstaff gets too cold in the winter for me. I loved those 70s and 80s year-around, hence Scottsdale and Sweden for me!![/quote]
>excuse me sweden its colder there than where I am at I know what u mean
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coach greg v wrote:> frank if u dont shape up im gonna get charlie el jefe to explain it to ukikibalt wrote:Thanks Randy and everybody else for the kind words....coach greg v wrote: >
Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
One of my biggest regrets....
Years ago when I became a father I wanted to move away, buy a small farm or ranch, have some horses, maybe some pigs and chickens, and raise my kids in a different environment, a good clean life. I never did get away. No complaints about the kids though, they all turned out good. I wanted it a much for me and Jeri, as for them. So now my dream has shifted to retirement, maybe a place for the grandkids to come and stay with Jeri and I.
I have a few regrets but I don't dwell on them but sometimes I think about them.
Years ago when I became a father I wanted to move away, buy a small farm or ranch, have some horses, maybe some pigs and chickens, and raise my kids in a different environment, a good clean life. I never did get away. No complaints about the kids though, they all turned out good. I wanted it a much for me and Jeri, as for them. So now my dream has shifted to retirement, maybe a place for the grandkids to come and stay with Jeri and I.
I have a few regrets but I don't dwell on them but sometimes I think about them.
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coach greg v
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
>kikibalt wrote:coach greg v wrote:> frank if u dont shape up im gonna get charlie el jefe to explain it to ukikibalt wrote: Thanks Randy and everybody else for the kind words....
el jefe is pissed he says the milk bone count is not wHAT IT USED TO BE WHEN BABE WAS ALIVE BETTER FIX IT. HES PISEDRe: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Tom, our granddaughter lives north of Scottsdale, in Flagstaff..[/quote]coach greg v wrote:Not quite enough $$$$ and a wife who likes "seasons". . . My wife's from Minnesota. She likes snow and cold.Randyman wrote:As my Cockney mate Dave Wescott would say, "And why not?"coach greg v wrote: In a perfect world, I'd live Memorial Day to Labor Day in Sweden, and Labor Day to Memorial Day in Scottsdale, Arizona.
Last weekend, we were visiting her relatives in Minnesota. When we were driving around town, I noticed that all of the fire hydrants had metal poles painted red and white attached to them. These poles were about five feet tall. "What's with the poles on the fire hydrants?," I asked her. "So you can see where the fire hydrants are when they are buried in the snow during winter."
> arizona is nice. I like it there but I got 7 boys and I took them away from the city schools where all the crap is.....we got boxing gyms a small farm guest houses all of u should come up with ur wives if u see the aurora borealis u will never need little blue pills ever..trust me bantam wonder[/quote]
Sounds like a pretty good life Greg. Wouldn't mind visiting myself someday! :)[/quote]
>always welcome. we can talk of o'grady u can see 5 different fights going on in the recroom the university of alaska boxing team works out in my gym. we have a bull a cow and few other 4 legged creatures.....[/quote]