but I knew people who snuck into the drive in by hiding in the trunk. And that's something the youth of today are going to miss out on. First off, there's hardly a drive in anywhere anymore. And the ones that do exist usually charge by the car, not by the person. Nothing like hearing the movie through that tinny speaker.
Back a long time ago, I'd say almost 30 years, Notre Dame played USF in basketball a few times. There was such a demand for tickets that the game was played at the Coliseum. We got tickets and sat almost on the floor, behind one of the hoops. Our seats were in a sea of ND fans and I was a lot more brash than I am now. So, I talked all kinds of shit. I told everyone that the first time Kelly Tripuka drove the lane, my hero Wallace Bryant (another reason I wore #34) would reject his sorry shit. Sure as well, shit, ND's hoop is at the end we're sitting at and Tripuka drives the lane. As the FSM would have it, Bryant got a big paw up and blocked the shot. I'd had about died and gone to heaven. I just wouldn't shut up. (like that suprises any of you) That was a long time ago.
I'm not up on all the moneychangers story in the Bible, but it seems to me that having God "watch your back" in the banking industry is a questionable way to go. That, and the workplace prayer. Since God is supposed to answer all prayers, I guess the owners of the bank didn't pray hard enough. Here's the link.
Here's a case where the grocery chain Albertson's had to pay a gal a couple of hundred thousand dollars because they didn't let her go to the bathroom and she peed herself in front of everybody. This, after she came back to work after cancer.
While on my ride, I saw these stats in the Bakersfield Californian. In the previous 12 months, DUI checkpoints in Bakersfield averaged 1441 vehicles stopped and 4 arrests for DUI. 4. Four. BPD claims to be checking valid licenses as well, and they cite 69 people for no license or suspended license. Meanwhile, over 1300 innocent motorists are stopped without probable cause and interrogated by BPD. For no reason. And all of this allowed by the SCOTUS. We get what we deserve.
Here's an article on a Montana lawsuit against Louisville Slugger claiming that the metal bats are dangerous and caused the death of a pitcher who was hit with a batted ball. I haven't seen this in any paper, the link was at The Agitator.
We didn't see the CHP out and about on this trip, except for the Monday coming home. Once we got on I-5, we saw at least 8 cars pulled over getting tickets. And the plane wasn't even working.
This pic is in Byron, just off Main St. When I was coming home from the first trip with Sandra and the kids, I wasn't paying attention and was speeding down this very stretch of road. Once I saw the CHP working radar I knew I was a dead man. So, when he turned around I pulled right over. But, I didn't get a ticket. When I was married to Marie, she got my drivers license and car plates blocked. What this means is that when the police run my info, the address comes back "blocked by (the department)" So, in a professional courtesy kind of way, I got out of a ticket. Actually, I think that's also how I got out of the ticket in Hawaii as well.
The trip was tremendous. It was very important for me to go on this with my dad and the V's. I'll remember it always.
Since I've been living with Sandra, I've been through Byron a hundred times. And coming home from this ride was no different. Byron was a railroad town, notice how Main St runs along the tracks. Town is kind of spread out and there's a couple hundred people who live here.
The bottom pic is of the gas station and cafe. I've gotten soda here in the past, and gas. I've also seen the entire place locked tight. This is the only place I've seen an actual pay toilet, I was here with Charlie and I refused to pay the dime so I crawled under the door to take my poop.
This blog is for me (Joe) to keep in contact with my friends and family who I don't see too much of because I work nights. If you're wandering by checking out the blog from the Internet, well, you're welcome too, I'm 50 years old and live in California. I'm married with two bonus daughters and three grandchildren. I write about sports, scooters, vacations in the RV, my atheism, funny pictures, and pretty much anything else I can think of. I welcome all opposing views as long as you can keep it civil, my mom does come by on occasion. And, as always, the true focus of my life is my marriage to Sandra and fulfilling The Plan. Though the blog is in the top 5.