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darrelx and glittercat13. Captions are incomplete -- I've misplaced my caption notebook from that weekend. (I think it's at the office.)
I managed to go a few miles out of my way, because I thought Lemon Grove was off of I-8. (It's not.) When I wasn't seeing anything familiar, and the fwy narrowed down to 2 lanes in each direction, I called for help. I missed the chance to get the shot from the new fwy that runs behind the house, though; next time I go down that way, I want to get a shot of the place from the highway. The two green barns should be easy enough to spot from the road.
The party was nice, it was good to see "Two-Sheds" Exline's yard is now big enough to have a picnic on. Interesting highlight of the party: someone recognized my name (Marci Brett, I think her name was; gotta check my notes) because the ice chest says "BADEN" on the side, and asked if I'd worked at San Onofre. Startled, I said, yes, in the 80's... she remembered that adventure when we waited in line for Return of the Jedi. (And, now that I think about it, it means that she stayed in contact with my crowd, because I wasn't working at San Onofre yet in '83. Hmmmm.) She left the party before I could get her contact info; I want to invite her to my next St. Patrick's Day party. She works for a non-commercial tv station in San Diego, and there can't be too many of those, so I might just research the San Diego tv market to figure out where she is if she doesn't turn up elsewise. (caprine, can you keep an eye out for her at the San Diego science fiction meetpoints, please?)
I hit the road not long after they lit up the fire pit; I was all set to make it to Richie's American Diner in Temecula before they closed, and they close early on Sunday nights. I made it. The chili's tasty there, and if you finish off your bowl they'll bring you a second one if you like. And it turns out my waitress used to live in Anaheim, and had moved to Temecula with her family. Small world... (It's my usual dinner stop on the NB run on I-15; when they're closed, I go further up the line to In-N-Out or Tommy's in Corona. Remind me to write up the "Hamburger Tour of Southern California"...)
And a week later, I left the ice chest outside to dry while I went to dinner withcolleency and Maria, and some lowlife vanished off with it. Grrrr. It was just about the right size, too.
For those of you following my medical adventures,library_lynn and I successfully made it to the Open MRI place and I survived the procedure. A little sedative helped a little; having Lynn there helped, as did finding a screw on the underside of the unit that I could focus on.
Chaz
darrelx and glittercat13. Captions are incomplete -- I've misplaced my caption notebook from that weekend. (I think it's at the office.)I managed to go a few miles out of my way, because I thought Lemon Grove was off of I-8. (It's not.) When I wasn't seeing anything familiar, and the fwy narrowed down to 2 lanes in each direction, I called for help. I missed the chance to get the shot from the new fwy that runs behind the house, though; next time I go down that way, I want to get a shot of the place from the highway. The two green barns should be easy enough to spot from the road.
The party was nice, it was good to see "Two-Sheds" Exline's yard is now big enough to have a picnic on. Interesting highlight of the party: someone recognized my name (Marci Brett, I think her name was; gotta check my notes) because the ice chest says "BADEN" on the side, and asked if I'd worked at San Onofre. Startled, I said, yes, in the 80's... she remembered that adventure when we waited in line for Return of the Jedi. (And, now that I think about it, it means that she stayed in contact with my crowd, because I wasn't working at San Onofre yet in '83. Hmmmm.) She left the party before I could get her contact info; I want to invite her to my next St. Patrick's Day party. She works for a non-commercial tv station in San Diego, and there can't be too many of those, so I might just research the San Diego tv market to figure out where she is if she doesn't turn up elsewise. (
caprine, can you keep an eye out for her at the San Diego science fiction meetpoints, please?)I hit the road not long after they lit up the fire pit; I was all set to make it to Richie's American Diner in Temecula before they closed, and they close early on Sunday nights. I made it. The chili's tasty there, and if you finish off your bowl they'll bring you a second one if you like. And it turns out my waitress used to live in Anaheim, and had moved to Temecula with her family. Small world... (It's my usual dinner stop on the NB run on I-15; when they're closed, I go further up the line to In-N-Out or Tommy's in Corona. Remind me to write up the "Hamburger Tour of Southern California"...)
And a week later, I left the ice chest outside to dry while I went to dinner with
colleency and Maria, and some lowlife vanished off with it. Grrrr. It was just about the right size, too.For those of you following my medical adventures,
library_lynn and I successfully made it to the Open MRI place and I survived the procedure. A little sedative helped a little; having Lynn there helped, as did finding a screw on the underside of the unit that I could focus on.Chaz
