Study this picture. It is an image of the Vincent Thomas Bridge that runs between San Pedro and Terminal Island, California, my hometown.
This is the most amazing bridge in the world. It moves…right before your eyes. In any given evening you will be able to watch your TV and see the bridge be relocated from Los Angeles Harbor to San Francisco to Baltimore and finally end up in the background of New York Harbor.
Isn’t that AMAZING????
I think the only place they haven’t tried to swap off a on-site switch-a-roo is to make the bridge appear in the background in Topkea, Kansas.
Another place that gets moved around a lot is the wall at the Point Ferman Park, San Pedro.
This wall also gets “moved” a lot to. One show it’s in San Diego and the next it will show up in Seattle.
I laugh and point it out and in the beginning Kari thought I was crazy. Then I took her down to San Pedro and showed her these icons of my youth….She is now a believer.
When I was an elementary school youngster, my mother would make my lunch, wrap the sandwich in wax paper and put it in my Superman metal lunchbox with a piece of fruit or cucumber slices (also wrapped in waxpaper) and a thermos of milk. I remember three kinds of sandwiches; meatloaf with catchup, peanut butter and grape jelly or baloney with American cheese and Miracle Whip. At 10-years old, you just shut up and eat what you are told to eat. As an adult I now know that I greatly dislike sandwiches that have been kept in a small metal box for four hours sitting on the class’s cloakroom shelf. The meatloaf wasn’t so bad, but the catchup used to get an odd after-taste after warming all morning, the grape jelly would soak into the bread and get mushy and the warm balcony and cheese would get very soft and melt into the Miracle Whip.
I used to get in trouble with the teacher because I would trade my sandwich and fruit for somebody’s more yummy sandwich…like salami or cold grill cheese. The little tradee/classmate would find out that I had gotten the better part of the deal and would squeel on me to the authoritatian dictator of a teacher.
I can distinctly remember the teacher saying at 11:55AM, each school day, “Lunch time, boys and girls…and NO TRADING.”
(not exact replica)
What a pair of cutie-pies!!!!
Grandbaby Grace makes number 8 for Kari and I. The oldest is a step-grandson who is five… but Jacob, Sebastian are turning 4 and McKenzie is just turning 3 so there have been ***7*** born in the past FOUR years. I have a personal goal of 20 grandchildren…. And at the fertility rate they are going, they will have no problems hitting that goal for me.
I tried to warn them…I told them all, “Don’t have kids…they will steal your money, make you poor and then you have to go to junior soccer games to watch the little darlings sit in the middle of the playing field, pulling grass, because they are tired of running… while all the other kids run up and down the field past them.”
Personally I like having grandkids….you can hand the baby back to its parent and not have any guilt…. Your children say you are grumpy, but who cares…What do they know? This grumpy man raised those know-it-all adult children…that is how I got to be so grumpy.
May I introduce Grace Alyn Boisvert born today March 26, 2009 at 7:45PM and was 8 pounds 4 ounces. Middle named Alyn (which is
pronounced Allen ) … is named for my middle name. I cried like a baby. Mother, baby and excited Daddy are all doing just fine.
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