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Thanks Diego.

On the left is my cousin Dugnie, him and his playing partner played
for Rachel at the brunch at the Mariposa Inn, West Covina,Ca.

Joe Louis

Art Lasky..1934

During the early 1970s, I saw the Kinks, a great British invasion rock band, put on a terrific show at the Hollywood Palladium, the only time that I have been inside the storied venue.

In regards to San Diego boxers of the past, I have been trying to find out what happened to Ernie Goozeman, a featherweight of Mexican descent whose heyday was during the 1920s, and Red Watson, a Jack Kearns-managed fighter whose best years were during the 1910s. On the subject of Lee Ramage, I think that I found him in the U.S. Census records, but listed as Leland Ramage.

- Chuck Johnston

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Photo and caption by Randy


my parents, Andy De La O & Anita Osuna at the Avodon Ballroom in downtown L.A. January 1947. My father was 22, my mother was 17.

Thanks Randy

Damn, what a good looking couple! Your mother is beautiful, Randy!

-Rick

Absolutely. That is a good looking couple.They look happy too.You can see it in their faces.
Man, I really enjoy these old pictures.Every one of them.They all tell a story.

CANDLELIGHT

They called it 2 Dollar Alley. The alley was in back of the Molino Rojo in the Coahuila. Couldn't miss the Molino Rojo. The big neon windmill rotating around was the landmark for the Red Light District. I had just turned 15. In those days you needed a phony ID or it was a ride in the trunk to sneak into Mexico. You had to be 18 or be with your parents to cross. The SDPD had a Sub Station at the line checking for under age kids who wanted to blow off steam. That night I was in the trunk.

The older guys I was with went down a dark street and parked. They opened the trunk to let me out. I'm clausterphobic and was a wreck when they finally popped open the trunk. We didn't wait long to get me into the nearest bar to settle me down.

I remember during that time every jont on Revolution was packed to the doors. Everyone had somethin' going on. Bars,cantinas,taxistas,taco stands,restaurants. Everyone was making money. The Jai Lai Palace and the Caliente Race Track were gold mines. Action everywhere. If you had the dough,it was yours.

That night we started out at The Hotel Nelson. After 3 or 4 House Specials,it was a walk up the street to the Long Bar for a big pitcher of Mexicali Beer. It was always hard to get at the bar or a table. Crowded and noisy. The floor was always wet with spilt beer.
We found a table in the back and had the waiter bring over a couple of pitchers. One of the guys I was with walked out to the corner to get something from our cab driver friend Big Red that would get us through the night.

After washing down the speedballs with the beer,we decided to go down to the Coahuila. The Coahuila,even tioday,is for the Mexican men that want to jump the fence. Americans don't like going there because no one speaks English and the place is dirty. Besides the hookers there didn't cater to teen age American youth. They felt teen agers were too fast and too drunk.

But I always liked the Coahuila better than Revolution Street. My buddies,even though older than me,wouldn't go there unless I led the way. We're goin' in and out of every bar. Crowded and hot, Drunks and loud music. Girls of all ages ,shapes,and sizes.

I didn't know what happened,but when we stumbled into the Molino Rojo,I started to get dizzy. I could hardly stand. My friends were experiencing what I was feeling.
"What the hell kind of pills did you get from Red?," I asked.
"I asked him for the uppers."
My vision was getting blurry.
"Well, we're all goin' the other way."

Three girls came over to the table and sat down next to each of us. They did their "rub thing" and wanted us to buy them a drink. I said if I bought them a drink,I wouldn't have enough money to get throwed and blowed. When one of them pressed on about money,I told her "No Drinkie."

By now I'm sure my friend got the wrong pills. The thing is when I'm going down,I go through a personality meltdown. I become belligerent.
"No drinkie. Me entiendas?"
"You cheapie stake.",said one of the fallen flowers.
"You want good time,we go to alley in back."the other girl said.
"Vamos pues. I don't care. Me entiendas?"

I staggered outside to the back of the alley. It was dark and I could vaguely see little kids playing and hear dogs barking. I saw a policeman go into one of the little shacks with a girl. Me and the hooker went inside another shack and sat on the bed. The room was small and I could hear noise outside the door. Then it happened, I fainted. Everything was spinning around so fast,I just wanted to go out. And I did.

I don't know how long I was out,but I heard a dog yappin' away. Everything eas dark inside the room. I got to my knees and saw a light in the corner of the room. I crawled to it. On hands and knees ,I saw it was a candle. Its light glowed on a picture of The Virgin of Guadalupe. There was a small vase with flowers in it on a table beside the picture. I reached for my wallet. It was still there. What money I had was still inside. I heard my friends shouting for me in the alley. I pushed open the door.
"I'm in hear. I'm all right."
"Where in the hell did you go?"
"I got lost. I finally came to. "
"It looks dark in there. Were you scared.?"
"No there was a light inside."

bennie wrote:

Boxingnut wrote:http://www.boxingnewsonline.net/BN08/detail.asp?id=582

Apologies if this has already been posted but I have only just noticed this anyway.

Where the hell has Rob been?

Sorry Bennie been busy with a new job! I have been watching these boards though, but will try and post a bit more. Not that I have anything interesting to say mind!! :)

Expug wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Photo and caption by Randy


my parents, Andy De La O & Anita Osuna at the Avodon Ballroom in downtown L.A. January 1947. My father was 22, my mother was 17.

Thanks Randy

Damn, what a good looking couple! Your mother is beautiful, Randy!

-Rick

Absolutely. That is a good looking couple.They look happy too.You can see it in their faces.
Man, I really enjoy these old pictures.Every one of them.They all tell a story.

I second that. The pictures in this thread are fantastic.

kikibalt wrote:
My sister Rachel


My uncle Louie, who is 93 years young


Rachel and uncle Louie

Great pictures Frank. You sure have a lot of cousins and nieces and nephews!! If you won the lottery you would probably find you had even more cousins!! :)

kikibalt wrote:
My sister Rachel


My uncle Louie, who is 93 years young


Rachel and uncle Louie

You look like Rachel, Frankie. You have the same expression.

I wish I had a head of hair like Uncle Louie's.

Thanks Bennie, I think Rachel looks a lot like our mom.

James J. Corbett


"Corbett"

By Diego

My baby sister Marina and Rachel
Marina is the youngest of the clan

Chuck1052 wrote:During the early 1970s, I saw the Kinks, a great British invasion rock band, put on a terrific show at the Hollywood Palladium, the only time that I have been inside the storied venue.

In regards to San Diego boxers of the past, I have been trying to find out what happened to Ernie Goozeman, a featherweight of Mexican descent whose heyday was during the 1920s, and Red Watson, a Jack Kearns-managed fighter whose best years were during the 1910s. On the subject of Lee Ramage, I think that I found him in the U.S. Census records, but listed as Leland Ramage.

- Chuck Johnston

Chuck . . . I attended a past-prime Jaime Garza fight at the Palladium, however, the only other time I was there was in 1979, when we shot the Blues Bros. movie there.

-Rick

kikibalt wrote:
On the left is my cousin Dugnie, him and his playing partner played
for Rachel at the brunch at the Mariposa Inn, West Covina,Ca.

Those guys look like they can really play. I enjoy relaxing at a cafe listening to acoustic guitar music.

Their guitars look beautifull. Any info on what kind of guitars they are? Rog

kikibalt wrote:

Nice poster, although I have to admit, I was struggling to follow the modern scene by 2000. I was confused.

Join the club, bennie, join the club . . .

dagosd2000 wrote:

kikibalt wrote:
On the left is my cousin Dugnie, him and his playing partner played
for Rachel at the brunch at the Mariposa Inn, West Covina,Ca.

Those guys look like they can really play. I enjoy relaxing at a cafe listening to acoustic guitar music.

Their guitars look beautifull. Any info on what kind of guitars they are? Rog

Diego, I don't know what kind of guitars those are, my cousin Dugnie is half Italian (Wop to you).. DD , He sings in Spanish even though he doesn't speak spanish.

kikibalt wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:

kikibalt wrote:
On the left is my cousin Dugnie, him and his playing partner played
for Rachel at the brunch at the Mariposa Inn, West Covina,Ca.

Those guys look like they can really play. I enjoy relaxing at a cafe listening to acoustic guitar music.

Their guitars look beautifull. Any info on what kind of guitars they are? Rog

Diego, I don't know what kind of guitars those are, my cousin Dugnie is half Italian (Wop to you).. DD , He sings in Spanish even though he doesn't speak spanish.

Time to enlighten those out there who refer to Italians as "wops". My grandfather,"Diamond Joe", had that nickname put on him after he took over the rackets in Chicago. Here's the story. Like many Italian men,my grand father strutted around like the "cock of the walk". All full of himself and believed there wasn't a female on Earth that couldn't resist him. He wore diamond stick pins,rings,and a money belt with 50,000 dollars worth of diamonds on it. His diamond ring was so big they called it "The Sun".

The neighborhood had many names for him. "Dimey" and "Don Peppino" were two. They also called him "Guappo." Guappo means handsome in Italian and Spanish. After a while Guappo was shortened to "Wop". However he liked being called "Dimey". No one argued with him.

Rocky Marciano vs Don Mogard..1949

kikibalt wrote:

Frank
Any of those old movie theaters at the bottom of that ad still around?

Charley Norkus