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Randyman wrote:I'm home now. The sky was cloudy but there was no rain. The 605 freeway is usually crowded heading home from Long Beach. Today it was unusually clear and fast. I figured maybe it was the rain, that it kept people home. As soon as I got home I remembered it was MLK day. For everyone but Boeing employees.

Randy

. . . and for lawyers in private practice too. All the government lawyers got the day off.

Randyman wrote:Jeri's making beef tacos for dinner. I'm hungry right now too. I'm not a kept man (yet) but I'm a well fed man.

Randy

Linda's making BarBQ ribs for me. Hmmm . . . Maybe we should have MLK Day more than once a year . . .

Have a great evening, and keep dry, Randy!

Hey Tom. a while back you said some woman ( a student?) was going to make you some Menudo. Did you ever try it? If so, how was it? Just curious.

Randy

raylawpc wrote:

Randyman wrote:Jeri's making beef tacos for dinner. I'm hungry right now too. I'm not a kept man (yet) but I'm a well fed man.

Randy

Linda's making BarBQ ribs for me. Hmmm . . . Maybe we should have MLK Day more than once a year . . .

Have a great evening, and keep dry, Randy!

Thanks, now I want BBQ!

Maria made albondiga soup from scratch today. Nice on a cold rainy day.

dagosd2000 wrote:

Maria made albondiga soup from scratch today. Nice on a cold rainy day.

Irish Wayne Cooke was one of the boxers I used work out with at the Teamsters Gym

Wayne Cooke

division featherweight
alias Irish

nationality United States

residence Los Angeles, California, United States
won 21 (KO 16) + lost 7 (KO 4) + drawn 2 = 30
rounds boxed 116 KO% 53.33

1958-12-27 126 Kildo Martinez 122 7-22-6
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W TKO 5 10
~ time: 2:03 | referee: John Thomas ~
The bout was stopped after Martinez rose from an eight-count knockdown.

1956-04-05 128 Sonny Mendia 128 0-1-0
Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, California, United States L UD 10 10
~ referee: Russ Bradford 52-58 | judge: Tommy Hart 50-60 | judge: Frank Holborow 51-59 ~
Cooke was knocked down twice.

1956-02-06 129 Sandy Alvarez 124
Arena, San Diego, California, United States W KO 2 10

1956-01-16 Baby Comacho
San Diego, California, United States W KO 1

1955-10-15 124½ Jose Luis Cotero 127½ 25-9-4
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States L TKO 8 10
~ referee: Reggie Gilmore ~
A bad cut over Cooke's left eye, forced a stoppage.

1955-08-11 127 Vic Eisen 126½ 22-10-3
Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, California, United States W KO 3 10
~ time: 2:09 | referee: Reggie Gilmore ~
Eisen was down twice in the 3rd round.

1955-07-07 127 Billy Evans 125¼ 27-33-16
Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, California, United States D PTS 10 10
~ referee: Russ Bradford 54-56 | judge: Reggie Gilmore 55½-54½ | judge: John Thomas 55-55 ~
Cooke was knocked down early in the 10th, but rallied to force a count on Evans who was saved from going down by the ropes. Evans was then knocked down a second time, before the final bell.

1955-06-20 127 Billy Evans 126 26-33-16
Pasadena Arena, Pasadena, California, United States L PTS 6 6

1955-04-28 125½ Jesse Rodriguez 122½ 8-8-1
Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, California, United States W TKO 4 10
~ time: 1:05 | referee: Jimmy Wilson ~
The bout was stopped due to a broken nose suffered by Rodrigues.

1955-03-31 123½ Tony Meza 125 0-4-1
Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, California, United States W KO 5 10
~ time: 2:58 ~

1955-03-05 127 Dom Sacco 130 5-5-1
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W TKO 3 6

1955-02-19 127 Billy Smith 127 2-2-2
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W TKO 2 6
~ time: 2:34 ~
Smith was knocked down three times in the 2nd round.

1954-09-18 128½ Jimmy Roybal 128 12-1-3
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W KO 5 6

1950-11-17 124 Javier Gutierrez 126 12-4-2
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States L TKO 4 6
Cooke was down for an eight-count shortly before it was stopped.

1950-10-27 125½ Javier Gutierrez 124 10-4-2
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States L KO 2 6
~ time: 2:48 ~
Gutierrez was knocked down twice in the 1st round.

1950-10-20 125 Bobby Satchell 126 6-11-3
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W KO 1 4

1950-10-09 124 Bobby Satchell 125 6-9-3
Arena, Ocean Park, California, United States W PTS 4 4

1950-10-06 125 Trinidad Perez 123 9-20-6
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W TKO 3 4

1950-09-22 124 Bobby Satchell 124 6-7-3
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W KO 2 4

1950-09-15 124 Noble Johnson 121 20-8-7
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W KO 3 4

1950-09-01 125½ Lavert Smith 125 2-0-1
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W TKO 3 4
~ referee: Tommy Hart ~

1950-08-25 125½ Carlos Salazar 126¼ 0-2-0
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W TKO 2 4

1950-05-29 125½ Bob Holliday 126 8-4-1
Arena, Ocean Park, California, United States L TKO 1 4

1950-05-12 Lavert Smith
Coliseum, San Diego, California, United States D PTS 4 4

1949-11-22 123 Bob DiGiovanni 125
Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, California, United States L PTS 4 4

1949-11-04 122 Cruz Ortiz 123 0-7-1
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W PTS 4 4

1949-10-27 123 Al Flores 120 1-1-0
Wilmington Bowl, Wilmington, California, United States W TKO 3 4

1949-10-21 122 Al Flores 1-0-0
Coliseum, San Diego, California, United States W PTS 4 4

1949-10-14 122 Russ McCarthy 121½ 4-8-2
Legion Stadium, Hollywood, California, United States W PTS 4 4

1949-10-06 123 Jesse Morales 124 3-4-1
Wilmington Bowl, Wilmington, California, United States W PTS 4

IT'S CALLED GRAVY,NOT SAUCE

Italians are a lot like Mexicans in the sense that they can only eat their mother's cooking when it comes to a home cooked meal. There are occasional exceptions. Tacos at your favorite little stand. A pizza at your favorite Italian pizzeria. But in the end it's how the taste of the gravy has become a part of your genetic makeup that never leaves you. Mama's gravy is undeniably the best.

Rocky Marciano couldn't eat spaghetti without his mother's gravy. Likewise for Sinatra. Even when he was divorced from his wife,he would have someone go over to his ex 's place and bring back the gravy. Of course the recipe was handed down to her from Frank's mother.

My sister knows how to make the gravy. People taste it and want the recipe. Better chance getting a CIA clearance. Maria knows how to make it and so does my daughter(Amanda's mother).I guess I'm a lucky guy.

The gravy is always around. Sometimes it's frozen in the freezer always on hand in case of emergencies. I remember one time down in Mexico I got a craving for that gravy. I was talking about flying home if I didn't get some within the next 24 hours. Luckily my wife knew the recipe by then. She went to the market to get the ingredients. That night she made me spaghetti. I decided to stay.

My wife's family was amused that I had such an urge for that gravy. I thought that they were the same way. They had a certain tomato addiction too. I remember when I worked at Juvenile Hall. I'd go out to the lobby and there would be the Mexican mothers with their sons' lunches. Tamales,enchiladas,tacos...all made with their homemade salsas. They knew their sons weren't going to get anything like that locked up in jail. I use that strategy when talking to the wanna' be gangsters in my classroom.
"You know,"I lecture to them."You won't get your mama's home cooking if you go to the joint"

[quote="dagosd2000"]IT'S CALLED GRAVY,NOT SAUCE

Italians are a lot like Mexicans in the sense that they can only eat their mother's cooking when it comes to a home cooked meal. There are occasional exceptions. Tacos at your favorite little stand. A pizza at your favorite Italian pizzeria. But in the end it's how the taste of the gravy has become a part of your genetic makeup that never leaves you. Mama's gravy is undeniably the best.

Rocky Marciano couldn't eat spaghetti without his mother's gravy. Likewise for Sinatra. Even when he was divorced from his wife,he would have someone go over to his ex 's place and bring back the gravy. Of course the recipe was handed down to her from Frank's mother.

My sister knows how to make the gravy. People taste it and want the recipe. Better chance getting a CIA clearance. Maria knows how to make it and so does my daughter(Amanda's mother).I guess I'm a lucky guy.

The gravy is always around. Sometimes it's frozen in the freezer always on hand in case of emergencies. I remember one time down in Mexico I got a craving for that gravy. I was talking about flying home if I didn't get some within the next 24 hours. Luckily my wife knew the recipe by then. She went to the market to get the ingredients. That night she made me spaghetti. I decided to stay.

My wife's family was amused that I had such an urge for that gravy. I thought that they were the same way. They had a certain tomato addiction too. I remember when I worked at Juvenile Hall. I'd go out to the lobby and there would be the Mexican mothers with their sons' lunches. Tamales,enchiladas,tacos...all made with their homemade salsas. They knew their sons weren't going to get anything like that locked up in jail. I use that strategy when talking to the wanna' be gangsters in my classroom.
"You know,"I lecture to them."You won't get your mama's home cooking if you go to the joint"[
You are 100% right about us Italians all of my family members love to eat Italian food only if one of our family is cooking,ive got friends here in Vegas who tell me such and such restaurant is good and I go and try it always the same the decor of the place is great the service great but I want good food I
could care less what the place looks like,the food to me is always ordinary nothing special,I want mama's cooking lol

TOWARDS THE MOUNTAIN TOP

King's greatest speeches were not read. I think he had so much in his mind that all he needed was a podium and he'd go in any direction. Near the end of his life he knew it would be impossible for him to continue much longer. He had passed the point of no return. He didn't take stock in polls or what people thought anymore. He laughed very little towards the end. He knew what he was doing, but at anytime he knew it was going to end. It would be suddenly. Who around him betrayed him? As strong a positve impact he had on the world ,there were ones that wanted to ground him into dust.

Young people want to be tough. A King. A Cosby. A Poitier. They don't overtly show the muscle. They aren't intimidating. They don't pack a weapon. They are too soft. I show documentaries of M.L. and the kids put down their heads.They want to see a "bad ass."

Try to explain that King put it on the line. You must have a knowledge of history. A frame of reference. Non violence is a quick write off today.
Gandhi. King. Jesus Christ all practiced non violence.

They were killed and afterwards there was violence. King wanted to reach a mountain top.Can't get there if people knock you back down.

THEHAMMER321 wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:IT'S CALLED GRAVY,NOT SAUCE

Italians are a lot like Mexicans in the sense that they can only eat their mother's cooking when it comes to a home cooked meal. There are occasional exceptions. Tacos at your favorite little stand. A pizza at your favorite Italian pizzeria. But in the end it's how the taste of the gravy has become a part of your genetic makeup that never leaves you. Mama's gravy is undeniably the best.

Rocky Marciano couldn't eat spaghetti without his mother's gravy. Likewise for Sinatra. Even when he was divorced from his wife,he would have someone go over to his ex 's place and bring back the gravy. Of course the recipe was handed down to her from Frank's mother.

My sister knows how to make the gravy. People taste it and want the recipe. Better chance getting a CIA clearance. Maria knows how to make it and so does my daughter(Amanda's mother).I guess I'm a lucky guy.

The gravy is always around. Sometimes it's frozen in the freezer always on hand in case of emergencies. I remember one time down in Mexico I got a craving for that gravy. I was talking about flying home if I didn't get some within the next 24 hours. Luckily my wife knew the recipe by then. She went to the market to get the ingredients. That night she made me spaghetti. I decided to stay.

My wife's family was amused that I had such an urge for that gravy. I thought that they were the same way. They had a certain tomato addiction too. I remember when I worked at Juvenile Hall. I'd go out to the lobby and there would be the Mexican mothers with their sons' lunches. Tamales,enchiladas,tacos...all made with their homemade salsas. They knew their sons weren't going to get anything like that locked up in jail. I use that strategy when talking to the wanna' be gangsters in my classroom.
"You know,"I lecture to them."You won't get your mama's home cooking if you go to the joint"[
You are 100% right about us Italians all of my family members love to eat Italian food only if one of our family is cooking,ive got friends here in Vegas who tell me such and such restaurant is good and I go and try it always the same the decor of the place is great the service great but I want good food I
could care less what the place looks like,the food to me is always ordinary nothing special,I want mama's cooking lol

Hammer
I remember I was dating this gal. She came over to my place one night and said she was hungry. I told her that my mother had sent over some spaghetti and that she was welcome to it. It was in the refrigerator. All she had to do was heat it up. Well she comes out to the living room with a yogurt. She said that she didn't have a taste for the spaghetti. I looked at her as dumb ding bat. The kicker was the yogurt she found in the refigerator was BEHIND the spaghetti.She had to work her way past the spaghetti to get to a yogurt. Well she may not have had a taste for good food,but in other social areas her taste buds served a usefull purpose.

dagosd2000 wrote:

THEHAMMER321 wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:IT'S CALLED GRAVY,NOT SAUCE

Italians are a lot like Mexicans in the sense that they can only eat their mother's cooking when it comes to a home cooked meal. There are occasional exceptions. Tacos at your favorite little stand. A pizza at your favorite Italian pizzeria. But in the end it's how the taste of the gravy has become a part of your genetic makeup that never leaves you. Mama's gravy is undeniably the best.

Rocky Marciano couldn't eat spaghetti without his mother's gravy. Likewise for Sinatra. Even when he was divorced from his wife,he would have someone go over to his ex 's place and bring back the gravy. Of course the recipe was handed down to her from Frank's mother.

My sister knows how to make the gravy. People taste it and want the recipe. Better chance getting a CIA clearance. Maria knows how to make it and so does my daughter(Amanda's mother).I guess I'm a lucky guy.

The gravy is always around. Sometimes it's frozen in the freezer always on hand in case of emergencies. I remember one time down in Mexico I got a craving for that gravy. I was talking about flying home if I didn't get some within the next 24 hours. Luckily my wife knew the recipe by then. She went to the market to get the ingredients. That night she made me spaghetti. I decided to stay.

My wife's family was amused that I had such an urge for that gravy. I thought that they were the same way. They had a certain tomato addiction too. I remember when I worked at Juvenile Hall. I'd go out to the lobby and there would be the Mexican mothers with their sons' lunches. Tamales,enchiladas,tacos...all made with their homemade salsas. They knew their sons weren't going to get anything like that locked up in jail. I use that strategy when talking to the wanna' be gangsters in my classroom.
"You know,"I lecture to them."You won't get your mama's home cooking if you go to the joint"[
You are 100% right about us Italians all of my family members love to eat Italian food only if one of our family is cooking,ive got friends here in Vegas who tell me such and such restaurant is good and I go and try it always the same the decor of the place is great the service great but I want good food I
could care less what the place looks like,the food to me is always ordinary nothing special,I want mama's cooking lol

Hammer
I remember I was dating this gal. She came over to my place one night and said she was hungry. I told her that my mother had sent over some spaghetti and that she was welcome to it. It was in the refrigerator. All she had to do was heat it up. Well she comes out to the living room with a yogurt. She said that she didn't have a taste for the spaghetti. I looked at her as dumb ding bat. The kicker was the yogurt she found in the refigerator was BEHIND the spaghetti.She had to work her way past the spaghetti to get to a yogurt. Well she may not have had a taste for good food,but in other social areas her taste buds served a usefull purpose.

Well did you at least make here wear knee pads

To think that gal gave this up for a yogurt.

dagosd2000 wrote:



To think that gal gave this up for a yogurt.

That there is my favorite I would take lasagna over steak and lobster.

THEHAMMER321 wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:



To think that gal gave this up for a yogurt.

That there is my favorite I would take lasagna over steak and lobster.

We make it with ricotta,no meat. I told this before you got on the thread,but my father would always have lasagna for Thanksgiving. One time I said we should have turkey. I thought he was going to go through the roof.

My uncle Larry has passed away



Lawrence S. De La O "Larry"

Lawrence "Larry" S. De La O, 96, passed away December 23, 2009 in Los Angeles, CA. He is survived by his wife, best friend and companion of forty two years, Frances "Panchita" De La O.
Born in New Mexico and raised in a two-room Dona Ana adobe, Larry worked cotton and vegetable fields in the Southwest, and ran a successful shoe-shine boy operation before riding the rails to Southern California during the Great Depression. There, life as a pachuco helped develop his business skills as owner of pool halls, night clubs and pawnshops, and his talents as jeweler, ace pool shooter and expert card player (including work as a Nevada casino pit boss). An extraordinary musician, dancer, singer and entertainer, he played any number of instruments by ear, joining mariachi groups and forming personal friendships with Mexico's Golden Age entertainment stars, including José Alfredo Jíménez, TinTan, Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete. (José Alfredo dedicated his masterpiece "El Rey" to Larry.) An Army veteran, a man with a genius memory and an unbounded sense of humor, a prolific creative joke-teller, a loving husband and caring dad and grandfather, a generous humanitarian at heart, and life-long friend of members of the Raymond Apodaca Family of Las Cruces and the Fountain Family of Old Mesilla. Larry is and will be greatly missed. He was "one of a kind".
A memorial service will be held Saturday, January 23, 2010 at 1:30 p.m. at Calvary Mortuary 4201 Whittier Blvd., Los Angeles CA 90023, 323-261-3106. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests donations be made to the American Legion.
Published in Las Cruces Sun-News on January 17, 2010

dagosd2000 wrote:

Expug wrote:Chicago weather.
Twenties today and snow on the ground.
The older I get, the less amusing this crap is.
Character builder my as. Im ready for some sun. 8)

NEVER CALL IT HOME AGAIN

During the 50's there was a lot of leaving the big cities and moving out to the suburbs. That was also a period for east coast transplants moving to the west coast. The mid 50's was when my parents came out to California.Many people did around that time. My dad ,being a Marine stationed at Camp Pendleton, convinced him that someday California would be in his future.

Hear someone from back east who comes out to California and he has one or two reasons. The weather in California is great(the west coast at least)and the neighborhood back home has gone to hell.

I used to go back to Chicago a lot to visit relatives,but those people are either dead or have moved away like my family did. Some have come out here to San Diego where I live. The last time,about five years ago,when I went back to the Windy City to the old neighborhood where my grandmother lived,it was a depressing site to see. The house isn't there anymore. The University Of Illinois at Chicago occupies the spot now. I guess it's safe inside the school perimeters,but step outside of that and you see a lot of hypes and whinos. Those trash cans with the fires inside of them to keep the bums warm in the winter. Litter sprewn along the curbs and sidewalks. It seemed that no one cared. Not a big pride in the neighborhood.

They say you make your own happiness. Lot of truth in that. Sometimes though when you go back home you realize that that home is only a childhood memory. So if I go back again,I'll know I'll take a drive past Polk and Oakley Boulevard. I know what I'll do this time. I'll stick my head out the window and yell,"Hey Uncle Chaz. Take that meatball sandwich out of your mouth!."

Rog, the neighborhoods you mentioned have gone through the transformation of gentrification.
All fixed up pretty now.
I dont know,some gentrification kills the character. Numbs the soul or something. I dont know. Maybe its me.
Believe me Rog, I think you would be happier pallin around with guys singing songs around a burning garbage can sharing a bottle than you would be standing in line with yuppie humps waiting on the newest Frappucino double latte capucino at the Starbucks that took the trash cans spot.
I know you my friend.

Randyman wrote:

raylawpc wrote:

Randyman wrote:Jeri's making beef tacos for dinner. I'm hungry right now too. I'm not a kept man (yet) but I'm a well fed man.

Randy

Linda's making BarBQ ribs for me. Hmmm . . . Maybe we should have MLK Day more than once a year . . .

Have a great evening, and keep dry, Randy!

Thanks, now I want BBQ!

That's cool, Randy. What do you plan to do with those tacos???
Like you, I'm ot a "kept man" either. I'm working on it. Frank should write a "how to" book.
I will say this, Monica made this awesome stroganoff last night, Brazilian style.
She's on her way home. I want leftovers.

Randyman wrote:My uncle Larry has passed away



Lawrence S. De La O "Larry"

Lawrence "Larry" S. De La O, 96, passed away December 23, 2009 in Los Angeles, CA. He is survived by his wife, best friend and companion of forty two years, Frances "Panchita" De La O.
Born in New Mexico and raised in a two-room Dona Ana adobe, Larry worked cotton and vegetable fields in the Southwest, and ran a successful shoe-shine boy operation before riding the rails to Southern California during the Great Depression. There, life as a pachuco helped develop his business skills as owner of pool halls, night clubs and pawnshops, and his talents as jeweler, ace pool shooter and expert card player (including work as a Nevada casino pit boss). An extraordinary musician, dancer, singer and entertainer, he played any number of instruments by ear, joining mariachi groups and forming personal friendships with Mexico's Golden Age entertainment stars, including José Alfredo Jíménez, TinTan, Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete. (José Alfredo dedicated his masterpiece "El Rey" to Larry.) An Army veteran, a man with a genius memory and an unbounded sense of humor, a prolific creative joke-teller, a loving husband and caring dad and grandfather, a generous humanitarian at heart, and life-long friend of members of the Raymond Apodaca Family of Las Cruces and the Fountain Family of Old Mesilla. Larry is and will be greatly missed. He was "one of a kind".
A memorial service will be held Saturday, January 23, 2010 at 1:30 p.m. at Calvary Mortuary 4201 Whittier Blvd., Los Angeles CA 90023, 323-261-3106. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests donations be made to the American Legion.
Published in Las Cruces Sun-News on January 17, 2010

I'm sorry for your loss, Randy.

dagosd2000 wrote:



To think that gal gave this up for a yogurt.

I'm getting off this site for awhile. I'm suddenly starving and having to look at this.
Damn . . . now I've gotta try to figure out how to heat up this Stroganoff.
I think I'll have a shot of Patron and wait for Monica.

An old friend . . .

When I broke into the film business, nearly 34 years ago, I befriended a prop man on the Universal lot.
Today, I'm back at Universal working on a TV series, and I run into my old friend.
He no longer works shows. He's close to retiring, works in the studio's vast property house.
That's a rare 8-to-5 scenerio for the film business. The perfect pre-retirement job for a prop man.

While we visited, catching up, we talked of boxing. He had been a big fan, and started to tell me of a classic boxing photo.
He had found the photo cataloged in a portfolio and removed it. When he heard of my WBHOF involvment, he wanted me to have it.

It's an 8x10 B&W studio photo taken in the 20's of Charlie Chaplin squaring off with Jack Dempsey.
It was photographed at the old Monogram Studio lot (today KCET on Sunset Blvd.) an ancient group of brick sound stages.
Dempsey was the Heavyweight Champ, but hadn't fought in awhile. He was married to Estelle Taylor and filming movies.
Dempsey looked every bit the dynamic champion he was, in both the ring and in life.
I'll have it tomorrow.


-Rick Farris

kikibalt wrote:

bennie wrote:

kikibalt wrote: Bennie...Jimmy has worked with many, many fighters, some champions, other not, some he trained other he did not, he would be brought in to work the corner as he did with my boys in some, not all of their fights, Jimmy was a good motivator, but he couldn't tell a fighter what he was doing right/wrong during a fight.

Can you name one or two champs he trained, Frankie, just for me to pad out a preview on Froch-Kessler.

Bennie....Jimmy trained Hector Comacho for his title wining fight against Jose Luis Ramirez, we were in camp with Jimmy and Hector in Las Vegas for that fight, he co-trained with Tony Cerda Richie Sandoval when he won the title from Jeff Chandler, just two that come to my head right now.

Cheers, Frankie.

Randyman wrote:My uncle Larry has passed away



Lawrence S. De La O "Larry"

Lawrence "Larry" S. De La O, 96, passed away December 23, 2009 in Los Angeles, CA. He is survived by his wife, best friend and companion of forty two years, Frances "Panchita" De La O.
Born in New Mexico and raised in a two-room Dona Ana adobe, Larry worked cotton and vegetable fields in the Southwest, and ran a successful shoe-shine boy operation before riding the rails to Southern California during the Great Depression. There, life as a pachuco helped develop his business skills as owner of pool halls, night clubs and pawnshops, and his talents as jeweler, ace pool shooter and expert card player (including work as a Nevada casino pit boss). An extraordinary musician, dancer, singer and entertainer, he played any number of instruments by ear, joining mariachi groups and forming personal friendships with Mexico's Golden Age entertainment stars, including José Alfredo Jíménez, TinTan, Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete. (José Alfredo dedicated his masterpiece "El Rey" to Larry.) An Army veteran, a man with a genius memory and an unbounded sense of humor, a prolific creative joke-teller, a loving husband and caring dad and grandfather, a generous humanitarian at heart, and life-long friend of members of the Raymond Apodaca Family of Las Cruces and the Fountain Family of Old Mesilla. Larry is and will be greatly missed. He was "one of a kind".
A memorial service will be held Saturday, January 23, 2010 at 1:30 p.m. at Calvary Mortuary 4201 Whittier Blvd., Los Angeles CA 90023, 323-261-3106. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests donations be made to the American Legion.
Published in Las Cruces Sun-News on January 17, 2010

RIP..

bennie wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

bennie wrote: Can you name one or two champs he trained, Frankie, just for me to pad out a preview on Froch-Kessler.

Bennie....Jimmy trained Hector Comacho for his title wining fight against Jose Luis Ramirez, we were in camp with Jimmy and Hector in Las Vegas for that fight, he co-trained with Tony Cerda Richie Sandoval when he won the title from Jeff Chandler, just two that come to my head right now.

Cheers, Frankie.

Randyman wrote:Hey Tom. a while back you said some woman ( a student?) was going to make you some Menudo. Did you ever try it? If so, how was it? Just curious.

Randy

No, I never did. With my four-hour each way commute to my Dad's every weekend, I had to drop some activities this Fall and Winter, and one of those was the Citizenship Class that I taught. So I never got to try out the menudo.

One of these days, if I ever make it out to LA, I'm hoping Connie or Jeri will cook some up for me . . . (Hint, hint, hint)