Thursday, September 14, 2006

Radio Flyer

When I was young, my father worked at JPL and we lived in Pasadena. We had a great big back yard and my brother and I would play for hours on his Radio Flyer wagon. Often on Sundays, my father would take the family to Huntington Beach, but sometimes to San Onofre. It was very different then. We went in through a military gate. We used to picnic by a little creek with oak trees that was maybe 7 miles or so from the military gate. It was a very pretty area. Afterwards, if we had behaved, he would take us down to San Onofre and we could swim if the waves weren't too big. Sometimes we would get to stay until the sun set.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wednesday, we hear tou! You are typical San Onofre.

Anonymous said...

Sorry,your post is off topic.

Proper topics here include:
surfing.
drinking.
naked women.
dogs.
farting.
Mexicans.
women drivers.
Officer Bob.
yakers.
San-O Daze readers.
radiation.
butt boarders.
Talegites.
astromony.
toilets.
fat women.
paddle outs.
the dirt road.
stupid people.
things in the ocean.
barfing.
wind vanes.
the penis.
attacking anonymous.

Anonymous said...

Diarrhea is also a proper topic for this blog.

Anonymous said...

The Critic'c right you know.

Anonymous said...

Who farted?

Anonymous said...

Thaks, critic.
I had all those things in my dream last night.

Anonymous said...

Wait a minute, that's Jody!

Anonymous said...

1. The stand up paddle guys are all Talegites.

2. The kites are covered in the wind
vanes topic.

3. Captain Doctor Ralph is my hero.

Anonymous said...

You're joking, right puttzle?
I mean, you didn't thaink that was the real anonymous?

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