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dagosd2000 wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:

AMANDITA

Beautiful granddaughter, Rog, you got to be very proud of her....

Thanks Frank

dagosd2000 wrote:

EL RINCON DEL CIELO (The Corner Of Heaven)

That was the name of the place. A little restaurant above the town of Quitupan in the mountains of Jalisco. The family lived in the back. The kitchen was in the middle. The restaurant out front. It was my wife's birthday. We all drove out of Jiquilpan. Took about an hour winding up through the hills and then down into the valleys, and then up again. The ride was slow and the view was beautifull. Everything was green . The agaves,and chaparral. The pine trees were full and rich. Finally we reached the little restaurant. Comidas corridas. Carne asada,carnitas,plenty of frijoles and hot corn tortillas. The coast was not that far away. La Costa Azul. Shrimp cocktails,swordfish was on the menu also.

Who did we find there enjoying a Sunday meal but my neice Esmeralda and her family. We celebrated and ate and drank. Bohemias and Jimador Tequila. After eating the kids played outside on the swings. The sky turned pink and gray and we sang with the mariachis. We emptied many bottles.

On top of the mountain ,looking down on the town of Quitupan ,with all the little amber lights, we were very happy. Looking across the mountains and into the valleys were more of those amber lights. Each representing a little pueblo. You could see the arc lightning electrify the sky and then the sound of thunder.

A corner of Heaven. El Rincon Del Cielo. A good place to live. And when the time comes....

bennie wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:

EL RINCON DEL CIELO (The Corner Of Heaven)

That was the name of the place. A little restaurant above the town of Quitupan in the mountains of Jalisco. The family lived in the back. The kitchen was in the middle. The restaurant out front. It was my wife's birthday. We all drove out of Jiquilpan. Took about an hour winding up through the hills and then down into the valleys, and then up again. The ride was slow and the view was beautifull. Everything was green . The agaves,and chaparral. The pine trees were full and rich. Finally we reached the little restaurant. Comidas corridas. Carne asada,carnitas,plenty of frijoles and hot corn tortillas. The coast was not that far away. La Costa Azul. Shrimp cocktails,swordfish was on the menu also.

Who did we find there enjoying a Sunday meal but my neice Esmeralda and her family. We celebrated and ate and drank. Bohemias and Jimador Tequila. After eating the kids played outside on the swings. The sky turned pink and gray and we sang with the mariachis. We emptied many bottles.

On top of the mountain ,looking down on the town of Quitupan ,with all the little amber lights, we were very happy. Looking across the mountains and into the valleys were more of those amber lights. Each representing a little pueblo. You could see the arc lightning electrify the sky and then the sound of thunder.

A corner of Heaven. El Rincon Del Cielo. A good place to live. And when the time comes....

It certainly beats Jack's Island.

dagosd2000 wrote:END OF A CAREER

The way Gary Young would pound me around the ring i always thought he should have turned pro. He came down from the Portland area and he knew Moyer and Flaherty and Johnny Rodriguez. He was also friends with Boone Kirkman. Gary was tall and very strong. He'd take me down to the 32nd Street Navy Base or I'd ride with him to the Coliseum and we'd work out. Mostly sparring,sometimes with each other, or with some of the other amateur heavyweights.

One afternoon after a workout Gary ran what he had in mind about his future boxing career.
"Rog,I've got something lined up in Los Angeles next week. I'm supposed to fight a pretty good heavyweight and if I can get by him,I want to start to earn some money doing this."
I'd seen Gary fight against amateurs at the Coliseum. Mostly guys in the service. Gary never had much problem with them. His strength seemed to overwhelm his opponents. He stood around 6 foot 3 and weighed 220 pounds with no excess fat.
"I want you to come up with me and Dick. "
Dick Wood was working with Gary and was anxious for him to turn pro also.

It was a 3 round go at the Olympic on an undercard that I can't remember who was in the main event. I was a little nervous because I knew the only guys that gave Gary trouble were good boxers. If thet could stay away from his power,they coild cause him a problem.

As usual there was a good crowd at the Olympic. Gary had never fought there before. In the car on the way up he didn't say much. Dick Wood was pretty quiet too.
"I'm tired of fighting for free. If I win I'll turn professional. I've got an interview with the County Schools Monday. They have an opening teaching emotionally disturbed kids ."

Gary's fight was the opener. His opponent was a black fighter who was as tall as Gary was,but not as muscled. The guy looked a little soft. I thought Gary would make short work of him. For some reason they didn't introduce the boys to the crowd. It was like they were trying to rush the amateur card through or something.

At the bell the fighters touched gloves and then Gary rushed at the black guy. The black guy reached with his left and then threw a right hand straight and from the shoulder catching Gary flush on the jaw. Gary crumpled against the ropes. He was hanging on trying to keep from falling threw. He leaned back and forth against the ropes as the black fighter kept unloading right hands. You could here the thumps throughout the arena.

Well the whole fight went on like this with Gary against the ropes getting worked by this guy's right hand. I don't think Gary ever threw a punch in anger. After the final bell, it was a done deal to who the winner was.

I went down to the dressing room after it was over. Gary was perspiring and was holding an ice pack on his left eye..
"Well,you stood in there with him. He couldn't put you down,"I said.
I was trying to think of something positive.
"Hell,he beat the crap out of me."
"What's next?",I asked.
"I'm through with fighting. No more . That was it."
Gary shifted the ice pack from his left eye to his right.
"Monday I'll go down to the district and interview for the teacher position."
"You were just in with a real wildcat tonight,"I said. I knew that comment wouldn't mend anything.
"Who was that guy anyway?"
"I just caught his last name. Shavers."
"Well,"I said. "If you ever fight him again you'll beat him."
I was still trying to find a silver lining.
"Not in a million years,"said Gary.

bennie wrote:Rog, your grand-daughter is getting taller and taller.

bennie wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:END OF A CAREER

The way Gary Young would pound me around the ring i always thought he should have turned pro. He came down from the Portland area and he knew Moyer and Flaherty and Johnny Rodriguez. He was also friends with Boone Kirkman. Gary was tall and very strong. He'd take me down to the 32nd Street Navy Base or I'd ride with him to the Coliseum and we'd work out. Mostly sparring,sometimes with each other, or with some of the other amateur heavyweights.

One afternoon after a workout Gary ran what he had in mind about his future boxing career.
"Rog,I've got something lined up in Los Angeles next week. I'm supposed to fight a pretty good heavyweight and if I can get by him,I want to start to earn some money doing this."
I'd seen Gary fight against amateurs at the Coliseum. Mostly guys in the service. Gary never had much problem with them. His strength seemed to overwhelm his opponents. He stood around 6 foot 3 and weighed 220 pounds with no excess fat.
"I want you to come up with me and Dick. "
Dick Wood was working with Gary and was anxious for him to turn pro also.

It was a 3 round go at the Olympic on an undercard that I can't remember who was in the main event. I was a little nervous because I knew the only guys that gave Gary trouble were good boxers. If thet could stay away from his power,they coild cause him a problem.

As usual there was a good crowd at the Olympic. Gary had never fought there before. In the car on the way up he didn't say much. Dick Wood was pretty quiet too.
"I'm tired of fighting for free. If I win I'll turn professional. I've got an interview with the County Schools Monday. They have an opening teaching emotionally disturbed kids ."

Gary's fight was the opener. His opponent was a black fighter who was as tall as Gary was,but not as muscled. The guy looked a little soft. I thought Gary would make short work of him. For some reason they didn't introduce the boys to the crowd. It was like they were trying to rush the amateur card through or something.

At the bell the fighters touched gloves and then Gary rushed at the black guy. The black guy reached with his left and then threw a right hand straight and from the shoulder catching Gary flush on the jaw. Gary crumpled against the ropes. He was hanging on trying to keep from falling threw. He leaned back and forth against the ropes as the black fighter kept unloading right hands. You could here the thumps throughout the arena.

Well the whole fight went on like this with Gary against the ropes getting worked by this guy's right hand. I don't think Gary ever threw a punch in anger. After the final bell, it was a done deal to who the winner was.

I went down to the dressing room after it was over. Gary was perspiring and was holding an ice pack on his left eye..
"Well,you stood in there with him. He couldn't put you down,"I said.
I was trying to think of something positive.
"Hell,he beat the crap out of me."
"What's next?",I asked.
"I'm through with fighting. No more . That was it."
Gary shifted the ice pack from his left eye to his right.
"Monday I'll go down to the district and interview for the teacher position."
"You were just in with a real wildcat tonight,"I said. I knew that comment wouldn't mend anything.
"Who was that guy anyway?"
"I just caught his last name. Shavers."
"Well,"I said. "If you ever fight him again you'll beat him."
I was still trying to find a silver lining.
"Not in a million years,"said Gary.

Earnie later rocked Ali to his boots - in fact, Shavers hurt everyone he fought, including Quarry and the iron-jawed Tex Cobb. "That ain't Hell," cracked Cobb after a 15-round pounding at the hands of Larry Holmes. "Earnie Shavers is Hell."

dagosd2000 wrote:

bennie wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:END OF A CAREER

The way Gary Young would pound me around the ring i always thought he should have turned pro. He came down from the Portland area and he knew Moyer and Flaherty and Johnny Rodriguez. He was also friends with Boone Kirkman. Gary was tall and very strong. He'd take me down to the 32nd Street Navy Base or I'd ride with him to the Coliseum and we'd work out. Mostly sparring,sometimes with each other, or with some of the other amateur heavyweights.

One afternoon after a workout Gary ran what he had in mind about his future boxing career.
"Rog,I've got something lined up in Los Angeles next week. I'm supposed to fight a pretty good heavyweight and if I can get by him,I want to start to earn some money doing this."
I'd seen Gary fight against amateurs at the Coliseum. Mostly guys in the service. Gary never had much problem with them. His strength seemed to overwhelm his opponents. He stood around 6 foot 3 and weighed 220 pounds with no excess fat.
"I want you to come up with me and Dick. "
Dick Wood was working with Gary and was anxious for him to turn pro also.

It was a 3 round go at the Olympic on an undercard that I can't remember who was in the main event. I was a little nervous because I knew the only guys that gave Gary trouble were good boxers. If thet could stay away from his power,they coild cause him a problem.

As usual there was a good crowd at the Olympic. Gary had never fought there before. In the car on the way up he didn't say much. Dick Wood was pretty quiet too.
"I'm tired of fighting for free. If I win I'll turn professional. I've got an interview with the County Schools Monday. They have an opening teaching emotionally disturbed kids ."

Gary's fight was the opener. His opponent was a black fighter who was as tall as Gary was,but not as muscled. The guy looked a little soft. I thought Gary would make short work of him. For some reason they didn't introduce the boys to the crowd. It was like they were trying to rush the amateur card through or something.

At the bell the fighters touched gloves and then Gary rushed at the black guy. The black guy reached with his left and then threw a right hand straight and from the shoulder catching Gary flush on the jaw. Gary crumpled against the ropes. He was hanging on trying to keep from falling threw. He leaned back and forth against the ropes as the black fighter kept unloading right hands. You could here the thumps throughout the arena.

Well the whole fight went on like this with Gary against the ropes getting worked by this guy's right hand. I don't think Gary ever threw a punch in anger. After the final bell, it was a done deal to who the winner was.

I went down to the dressing room after it was over. Gary was perspiring and was holding an ice pack on his left eye..
"Well,you stood in there with him. He couldn't put you down,"I said.
I was trying to think of something positive.
"Hell,he beat the crap out of me."
"What's next?",I asked.
"I'm through with fighting. No more . That was it."
Gary shifted the ice pack from his left eye to his right.
"Monday I'll go down to the district and interview for the teacher position."
"You were just in with a real wildcat tonight,"I said. I knew that comment wouldn't mend anything.
"Who was that guy anyway?"
"I just caught his last name. Shavers."
"Well,"I said. "If you ever fight him again you'll beat him."
I was still trying to find a silver lining.
"Not in a million years,"said Gary.

Earnie later rocked Ali to his boots - in fact, Shavers hurt everyone he fought, including Quarry and the iron-jawed Tex Cobb. "That ain't Hell," cracked Cobb after a 15-round pounding at the hands of Larry Holmes. "Earnie Shavers is Hell."

Bennie
In retrospect,I wouldn't have believed that the guy who beat my friend up that night would go on to be one of the greatest right hand punchers of all time.

dagosd2000 wrote:

bennie wrote:Rog, your grand-daughter is getting taller and taller.

Bennie,
We're ready to book our annual trip to Andalucia(Seville and Cadiz). Amanda danced the other night with her Flamenco Company here in San Diego. She was spellbounding. All the men couldn't take their eyes off her,and all women hated her guts

Rick Farris wrote:Bennie
In retrospect,I wouldn't have believed that the guy who beat my friend up that night would go on to be one of the greatest right hand punchers of all time.