Sunday, October 13, 2013
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Frank went along on some of our family outings. These were events and sight seeing excursions common to Southern Californians who loved a day trip back when gasoline was 19 cents a gallon.
One summer's evening, perhaps in August, we went to Laguna Beach. Frank and my sister took off to explore, but joined up with us at an appointed hour to dine at the Jolly Roger. Expensive grilled hamburgers, and my mother drank a large iced tea with extra ice. In that arcade was a faux beatnik coffee house called Caffe Frankenstein with unique artistic beatnik printing of the name. Down the street was the Pottery Shack (hand thrown dishes and fiesta ware, quite expensive for the tourist.) Out front was a life sized statue of The Greeter, who was famous in town -- a real old man with a long beard who we may have just seen waving and saying "Hello There" to every car that came down the canyon road onto Pacific Coast Highway. Famous in town for taking that on as his job; he was harmless the townspeople recognized.
Then we headed over to the Pageant of the Masters, which had a stiff entry fee maybe six bucks for adults. I looked at a cross painted on a canvas and laid out for viewing on the floor, it must have been 16 feet tall, maybe more. Frank and my sister had taken off again to look at exhibits on their own. There were painted reproductions of master painters, too ... the clock by Dali (I ran into Frank and my sister there and asked "Don't you want to see the cross?" No, they didn't). Frank had his portrait charcoaled, almost a caricature of him.
Be sure to watch the video in the link to the Pageant of the Masters. That was pretty much the era, a million or so years ago. ¶ 10/13/2013 08:20:00 PM
Frank went along on some of our family outings. These were events and sight seeing excursions common to Southern Californians who loved a day trip back when gasoline was 19 cents a gallon.
One summer's evening, perhaps in August, we went to Laguna Beach. Frank and my sister took off to explore, but joined up with us at an appointed hour to dine at the Jolly Roger. Expensive grilled hamburgers, and my mother drank a large iced tea with extra ice. In that arcade was a faux beatnik coffee house called Caffe Frankenstein with unique artistic beatnik printing of the name. Down the street was the Pottery Shack (hand thrown dishes and fiesta ware, quite expensive for the tourist.) Out front was a life sized statue of The Greeter, who was famous in town -- a real old man with a long beard who we may have just seen waving and saying "Hello There" to every car that came down the canyon road onto Pacific Coast Highway. Famous in town for taking that on as his job; he was harmless the townspeople recognized.
Then we headed over to the Pageant of the Masters, which had a stiff entry fee maybe six bucks for adults. I looked at a cross painted on a canvas and laid out for viewing on the floor, it must have been 16 feet tall, maybe more. Frank and my sister had taken off again to look at exhibits on their own. There were painted reproductions of master painters, too ... the clock by Dali (I ran into Frank and my sister there and asked "Don't you want to see the cross?" No, they didn't). Frank had his portrait charcoaled, almost a caricature of him.
Be sure to watch the video in the link to the Pageant of the Masters. That was pretty much the era, a million or so years ago. ¶ 10/13/2013 08:20:00 PM
