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kikibalt wrote:Randy, Brian, Rick, thank you guys. Seen the doc today, she says that I have bronchitis, gave me some meds and told me to stay indoors and in bed over the weekend and to go see her on Monday, how ever; I'm going to try to go to Don's party on Sunday....

Frank, after my bouts with the flu and pneumonia last year I haven't felt the same. I"m not taking a chance of getting sick like that again. My advice to you would be to stay in even if you are starting to feel a little better. The weather here can be strange, cold, windy and wet one day, sunny and hot the next, then cold and wet again. That's what causes colds and flus. Be careful!

Brian and Rick, here's one that you guys might like.

You're Gonna Miss This - Trace Adkins
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIBediEAcUQ

Randy

kikibalt wrote:Randy, Brian, Rick, thank you guys. Seen the doc today, she says that I have bronchitis, gave me some meds and told me to stay indoors and in bed over the weekend and to go see her on Monday, how ever; I'm going to try to go to Don's party on Sunday....

Randyman wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Randy, Brian, Rick, thank you guys. Seen the doc today, she says that I have bronchitis, gave me some meds and told me to stay indoors and in bed over the weekend and to go see her on Monday, how ever; I'm going to try to go to Don's party on Sunday....

Frank, after my bouts with the flu and pneumonia last year I haven't felt the same. I"m not taking a chance of getting sick like that again. My advice to you would be to stay in even if you are starting to feel a little better. The weather here can be strange, cold, windy and wet one day, sunny and hot the next, then cold and wet again. That's what causes colds and flus. Be careful!

Frank, Monica has come down with a bad cold.
She expects to be better for the party, but who knows?
Just do the "Kept Man" thing and stay in bed.
Hope you can make it to the party, but don't put yourself in danger of pneumonia if that's a possibility?

Randyman wrote:Brian and Rick, here's one that you guys might like.

You're Gonna Miss This - Trace Adkins
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIBediEAcUQ

Randy

Los Angeles County 2nd District Supervisor, Mark Ridley-Thomas . . .

Thomas is one of Los Angeels County's most influencial politicians.
He recently turned 56, and is a former student at L.A.'s Manuel Arts High School.
Don Fraser attended Manuel Art's, in the mid-40's.
Dwight "The Hawk" Hawkins also was a well known Manuel Arts alumni, who was active as an inner-city "trouble shooter", working with the gangs and the L.A. School System.
During Mark Ridley-Thomas's years as a student, he befriended Hawkins, and a friendship developed, as the the young politician's career developed.
Of course, Dwight Hawkins will be inducted into the CBHOF this year.
When I received my L.A. County honor last year along with my induction, it was signed by Ridley-Thomas.
Might be good to notify of Dwight's pending induction?
When I last spoke with Hawkins, in 1995, we spoke of Mark Ridley-Thomas.

Randyman wrote:I hate shopping......

I hate shopping with a passion. I should have known better but today I volunteered to go shopping with Jeri. She had money that I had given her for Christmas as well as several gift cards. We went to the Whittwood Town Center here in Whittier. It used to be a regular covered mall but it was remodeled a few years ago into what is commonly being referred to now as Town Centers. I don't like them so much, especially in bad weather. Plus, at the Whittwood there is no bookstore. A bookstore is the only saving grace of any shopping mall as far as I'm concerned.

After 15 minutes I begin to sag. My arms are hanging at my sides and my knees begin to buckle. I feel as if I am traversing the Sahara Desert, after running a marathon. I wonder off hoping to find something that well catch my interest but there is nothing. The malls, the town centers and the big department stores are all designed for women. In any department store, at least two levels are devoted to women. Somewhere in the store will be a quarter section for men and boys, sometimes a little more but for the most part women rule. Women love to shop and the stores know this.

Most men know what they want when they go into a store. I want a pair of Levi''s, I go straight to the Levi section find my size and leave. Underwear and teeshirts? same thing. It's simple really. Even when returning a small item to the store a woman can take several hours due to self mandated window shopping. I always believe her when she says"It'll just take a few minutes". I never learn.

Randy

Shopping with the Ladies . . .

A man who enjoy's shopping with his wife is a masochist.
The same individual would likely enjoy having his balls squeezed in a vice.
I'm sure Frank can add more wisdom from the pages of the "Kept Man Manuel".

Rick Farris wrote:

Randyman wrote:I hate shopping......

I hate shopping with a passion. I should have known better but today I volunteered to go shopping with Jeri. She had money that I had given her for Christmas as well as several gift cards. We went to the Whittwood Town Center here in Whittier. It used to be a regular covered mall but it was remodeled a few years ago into what is commonly being referred to now as Town Centers. I don't like them so much, especially in bad weather. Plus, at the Whittwood there is no bookstore. A bookstore is the only saving grace of any shopping mall as far as I'm concerned.

After 15 minutes I begin to sag. My arms are hanging at my sides and my knees begin to buckle. I feel as if I am traversing the Sahara Desert, after running a marathon. I wonder off hoping to find something that well catch my interest but there is nothing. The malls, the town centers and the big department stores are all designed for women. In any department store, at least two levels are devoted to women. Somewhere in the store will be a quarter section for men and boys, sometimes a little more but for the most part women rule. Women love to shop and the stores know this.

Most men know what they want when they go into a store. I want a pair of Levi''s, I go straight to the Levi section find my size and leave. Underwear and teeshirts? same thing. It's simple really. Even when returning a small item to the store a woman can take several hours due to self mandated window shopping. I always believe her when she says"It'll just take a few minutes". I never learn.

Randy

Shopping with the Ladies . . .

A man who enjoy's shopping with his wife is a masochist.
The same individual would likely enjoy having his balls squeezed in a vice.
I'm sure Frank can add more wisdom from the pages of the "Kept Man Manuel".

Kept Man Manuel, page 13, line 4, don't go shopping with the wives , UNLESS there is a bar close by where you can sit, watch a football/baseball game with a cold one while you wait for the wife to finish shopping....

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:

Randyman wrote:I hate shopping......

I hate shopping with a passion. I should have known better but today I volunteered to go shopping with Jeri. She had money that I had given her for Christmas as well as several gift cards. We went to the Whittwood Town Center here in Whittier. It used to be a regular covered mall but it was remodeled a few years ago into what is commonly being referred to now as Town Centers. I don't like them so much, especially in bad weather. Plus, at the Whittwood there is no bookstore. A bookstore is the only saving grace of any shopping mall as far as I'm concerned.

After 15 minutes I begin to sag. My arms are hanging at my sides and my knees begin to buckle. I feel as if I am traversing the Sahara Desert, after running a marathon. I wonder off hoping to find something that well catch my interest but there is nothing. The malls, the town centers and the big department stores are all designed for women. In any department store, at least two levels are devoted to women. Somewhere in the store will be a quarter section for men and boys, sometimes a little more but for the most part women rule. Women love to shop and the stores know this.

Most men know what they want when they go into a store. I want a pair of Levi''s, I go straight to the Levi section find my size and leave. Underwear and teeshirts? same thing. It's simple really. Even when returning a small item to the store a woman can take several hours due to self mandated window shopping. I always believe her when she says"It'll just take a few minutes". I never learn.

Randy

Shopping with the Ladies . . .

A man who enjoy's shopping with his wife is a masochist.
The same individual would likely enjoy having his balls squeezed in a vice.
I'm sure Frank can add more wisdom from the pages of the "Kept Man Manuel".

Kept Man Manuel, page 13, line 4, don't go shopping with the wives , UNLESS there is a bar close by where you can sit, watch a football/baseball game with a cold one while you wait for the wife to finish shopping....

I'm so ashamed!

As far as going to Don's party I'm going to have to play it by ear, if I still don't feel good on Sunday it will be a no go, better yet it might just be a better idea to play it safe and stay home....

Mark Ridley-Thomas . . .

http://ridley-thomas.lacounty.gov/

I just got through watching "Monkey on my Back" the Barney Ross story. Cameron Mitchell played Barney Ross.He did a pretty good job and you can see he made an honest attempt in the fight scenes to look like a fighter.

Ross was a champ in every sense of the word. From world Champ in three divisions, to a war hero and then a junkie addicted to morphine, brought on by injuries suffered in WWII. His life was nearly destroyed by his addiction but like a real champ he fought back and kicked the habit.

Barney Ross wrote a book called "No Man Stands Alone", I'm going to look for it.

Good Movie
Randy

I'm so ashamed!
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Randyman wrote:I just got through watching "Monkey on my Back" the Barney Ross story. Cameron Mitchell played Barney Ross.He did a pretty good job and you can see he made an honest attempt in the fight scenes. to look like a fighter.

Ross was a champ in every sense of the word. From world Champ in three divisions, to a war hero and then a junkie addicted to morphine, brought on by injuries suffered in WWII. His life was nearly destroyed by his addiction but like a real champ he fought back and kicked the habit.

Barney Ross wrote a book called "No Man Stands Alone", I'm going to look for it.
The book should be great.

Good Movie
Randy

Haven't seen it in years. It was a good one.

Somewhere on the internet I’m sure there is a site, a forum perhaps, entitled “Classic American West Coast Shoppers” where women of different ages and eras recall the Golden and Silver ages of shopping, back when stores like Hinshaws, Broadway and the May Co, were king here on the West Coast. I’m sure they compare styles, prices and sales the way we compare great fights and classic knockouts.

I’m sure that they smirk knowingly, while standing in line next to a younger woman who wouldn’t know a good sale if she were hit over the head with it. It was better back in the day when women really knew how to get their husbands to spend money,

I’m sure that among mothers and mother-in-laws, there are some that teach with the skill of a Ray Arcel or an Eddie Futch on the finer points of shopping. Maybe there is a budding Freddie Roach in the bunch, teaching a newer generation how to squeeze the last buck from a hapless husband. I wonder if they have weight classes?

Randyman wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote: Shopping with the Ladies . . .

A man who enjoy's shopping with his wife is a masochist.
The same individual would likely enjoy having his balls squeezed in a vice.
I'm sure Frank can add more wisdom from the pages of the "Kept Man Manuel".

Kept Man Manuel, page 13, line 4, don't go shopping with the wives , UNLESS there is a bar close by where you can sit, watch a football/baseball game with a cold one while you wait for the wife to finish shopping....

I'm so ashamed!

Shopping for a Christmas present for the wife is so pointless. It's either the sweater she is going to return on Dec. 26th or the very impersonal mall gift card. This year it was different. I went out with her a couple of days before the big day doing my customary carrying the baggage, when she stopped at a jewelry case in a store. She looked very interestingly at a bracelet and matching ring and muttered something like, "oh, this is nice" when I saw my opportunity. It was like a right glove hanging a little too low on my opponents guard. Throw that punch, and I did. "Wrap it up!" I yelled at the sales clerk. I was done. Whooo-hooo! I was done. Now that is shopping.

Scartissue

scartissue wrote:

Randyman wrote:

kikibalt wrote: Kept Man Manuel, page 13, line 4, don't go shopping with the wives , UNLESS there is a bar close by where you can sit, watch a football/baseball game with a cold one while you wait for the wife to finish shopping....

I'm so ashamed!

Shopping for a Christmas present for the wife is so pointless. It's either the sweater she is going to return on Dec. 26th or the very impersonal mall gift card. This year it was different. I went out with her a couple of days before the big day doing my customary carrying the baggage, when she stopped at a jewelry case in a store. She looked very interestingly at a bracelet and matching ring and muttered something like, "oh, this is nice" when I saw my opportunity. It was like a right glove hanging a little too low on my opponents guard. Throw that punch, and I did. "Wrap it up!" I yelled at the sales clerk. I was done. Whooo-hooo! I was done. Now that is shopping.

Scartissue

Good reflexes!

Randyman wrote:Somewhere on the internet I’m sure there is a site, a forum perhaps, entitled “Classic American West Coast Shoppers” where women of different ages and eras recall the Golden and Silver ages of shopping, back when stores like Hinshaws, Broadway and the May Co, were king here on the West Coast. I’m sure they compare styles, prices and sales the way we compare great fights and classic knockouts.

I’m sure that they smirk knowingly, while standing in line next to a younger woman who wouldn’t know a good sale if she were hit over the head with it. It was better back in the day when women really knew how to get their husbands to spend money,

I’m sure that among mothers and mother-in-laws, there are some that teach with the skill of a Ray Arcel or an Eddie Futch on the finer points of shopping. Maybe there is a budding Freddie Roach in the bunch, teaching a newer generation how to squeeze the last buck from a hapless husband. I wonder if they have weight classes?

Black Belt Shoppers . . .

Randy, when I first met Monica, she told me straight out, "Honey, I'm a black belt shopper! I love my retail therapy."
She made her own money, had great credit, and wasn't afraid to use either. Monica goes into a "Zone" when she shops.
She is in her element, and as a new citizen believes she's contributing to the economy by shopping.
In other words, she's doing something right, so don't get in her way.
I don't get in her way, unless she pulls me into the madness. Like Randy, I fold after ten minutes of hard core shopping.
I begin to whine, I get antsy, I pull my cell phone out of my pocket every minute or two to check the time. It feels as if time has stopped.

Shopping on Whittier Blvd. in E.L.A, in the 1950's

In the mid-late 50's Connie and I would go shop on the boulevard on Friday nites, not shopping per se, we mostly just walked through the stores, stores like J.C. Penny, Kress, et al. You could always count on running into a local boxer doing his thing with his wife/girlfriend, I would run into Mickey Nothrup, Gil Cadiili, Keeny Teran, Ramon Fuentes, Tommy Carlin, Danny Valdez, et al.We didn't have much money to spent but it was fun walking the boulevard and shaking hands with the local heroes.

kikibalt wrote:Shopping on Whittier Blvd. in E.L.A, in the 1950's

In the mid-late 50's Connie and I would go shop on the boulevard on Friday nites, not shopping per se, we mostly just walked through the stores, stores like J.C. Penny, Kress, et al. You could always count on running into a local boxer doing his thing with his wife/girlfriend, I would run into Mickey Nothrup, Gil Cadiili, Keeny Teran, Ramon Fuentes, Tommy Carlin, Danny Valdez, et al.We didn't have much money to spent but it was fun walking the boulevard and shaking hands with the local heroes.

Frank, if Monica's idea of shopping included walking the boulevard and shaking hands with local boxers, then I'd take up shopping myself.

Shopping for a Christmas present for the wife is so pointless. It's either the sweater she is going to return on Dec. 26th or the very impersonal mall gift card. This year it was different. I went out with her a couple of days before the big day doing my customary carrying the baggage, when she stopped at a jewelry case in a store. She looked very interestingly at a bracelet and matching ring and muttered something like, "oh, this is nice" when I saw my opportunity. It was like a right glove hanging a little too low on my opponents guard. Throw that punch, and I did. "Wrap it up!" I yelled at the sales clerk. I was done. Whooo-hooo! I was done. Now that is shopping.

Scartissue
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Good move, Dan. Ten & out! Shopping over.

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Shopping on Whittier Blvd. in E.L.A, in the 1950's

In the mid-late 50's Connie and I would go shop on the boulevard on Friday nites, not shopping per se, we mostly just walked through the stores, stores like J.C. Penny, Kress, et al. You could always count on running into a local boxer doing his thing with his wife/girlfriend, I would run into Mickey Nothrup, Gil Cadiili, Keeny Teran, Ramon Fuentes, Tommy Carlin, Danny Valdez, et al.We didn't have much money to spent but it was fun walking the boulevard and shaking hands with the local heroes.

Frank, if Monica's idea of shopping included walking the boulevard and shaking hands with local boxers, then I'd take up shopping myself.

Great memories of years gone by Rick. Whittier Blvd. on Friday nite was the place to hang out back then, there was A good four blocks to walk up and down, never knew who you would run into.....

In the parking lot behind one of the stores was a hamburger stand, "Pops", best burgers in town, and there was away's somebody there from the 'hood to talk too....

Frank your up past your bed time

THEHAMMER321 wrote:Randy I came across this issue about five years ago on a trip to Disneyland, as we drove through the entrance, a bunch of people were holding up picket signs, one which said '' would you have Brad Pitt play the part of Malcolm X'' they were reffering to Antonio Banderas a Spaniard starring in a the movie Zapata, about the Mexican revolutionary, I thought that comparison was about as moronic as possible, first off if you didn't know Antonio Banderas and you saw him walking down the street could you determine he wasn't Mexican ? where as Brad Pitt could never be confused with Malcolm X ! .

I wanted to give this one a little thought before responding because as I said, it's complicated. I always like to make it 100% clear on where I stand on these particular issues because they are important to me. I consider myself Chicano. What is a Chicano? In short, a Chicano is a Mexican American with an attitude but above all, an American. It's reflected in the fighters that I love, the food that I eat and the woman that I married and the way that I raised my children. I never want to deceive or pretend to be anything other than what I am. I know that my friends will respect that.

On the subject of Antonio Banderas and the movie Zapata, you have to understand the history of Chicanos and Mexicans in the movie industry. In the early years you had actors like Ricardo Montalban, Anthony Quinn, Dolores Del Rio or any number of quality Mexican and Mexican American actors and actress in the industry but they almost never got the lead role. Over the years, when they did get roles, Mexicans and Mexican Americans have been relegated to roles as banditos, hapless and helpless victims (the Magnificent Seven), ruthless gangbangers or comic relief although there are always exceptions.

Take war movies for example. On the screen, Mexicans and other Latinos are almost non-existent yet in real life Mexican Americans have received more medal of honors than any other ethnic group in the country, in every war they have been over represented in numbers as opposed to their numbers in the general population. Their deaths too over exceeded their numbers in the general population, especially during the Viet Nam War.

In Ken Burns, "The War", a documentary about WWII, he completely left out Mexican Americans, who played a major role in the war. When some protested he said almost verbatim but I am paraphrasing, " Let them make their own movie!" That may, at a glance, seem like a fair statement but as Americans, they clearly deserved inclusion. After some pressure, he relented and added some stories about some Mexican Americans that served with distinction.

Both Wallace Beery and Marlon Brando have played Zapata in the movies and I personally don't have a problem with Antonio Banderas playing Zapata but I do understand why some would protest.

Now we have guys like Edward James Olmos, Mario Lopez, George Lopez or beauties like Eva Longoria or Salma Hayek making their mark in the entertainment business. You can be sure that there was some protest along the way that helped them along.

THEHAMMER321 wrote:Frank your up past your bed time

Paul, I took a nap yesterday afternoon when I got back from seeing the doctor and when I woke up drank some coffee and then I couldn't go to sleep, now its 3:30 AM and I'm awake again