Indian Food

Many years ago when I was little, the family across the street from us were recent immigrants from India. They had a couple of young daughters and everyone fit in with each other. We had Jews, Christians, Blacks, Whites, and Asians. It was a melting pot where we just didn’t care that we were different in those ways.

I was invited over to our Indian friends’ home for meals many times and that food was GOOD 😁 During my time in trucking I found quite a few places with Indian food, but rarely had the time to stop and enjoy them. There are many people from that country who’ve found work in that industry and Love’s truck stops seems to cater to them more than the other chains of truck stops. I found this line of heat and eat meals at the Love’s truck stop in Tolleson, AZ. It’s not quite as good a Moliga’s cooking, but it is delicious and it brings back fond memories 😎

Songs I’ve Lived – Junior Brown – Highway Patrol

Dad was California Highway Patrol for about 31 years. He didn’t care for office or organizational politics. Dad was a patrol officer for his entire career by his own choice.

I remember Dad bringing his patrol car home for dinner a few times (especially on Thanksgiving) and letting me play with the PA system and lights on the car 😁

Dad’s a lot older now than when he retired back in the early 2000s. But Dad was and is a true American Badass 😎👍

Songs I’ve Lived – Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here

It all goes back to high school and Sifrona. While we were never a “couple,” Sifrona Bailey was pretty much my soulmate and other half from the time we were in high school together until she passed away in her sleep in 2019.

Now, I’d been a Pink Floyd fan long before I met Sif at Poway High School. We were both big fans and we had a blast at the 3D laser light show down in Balboa Park.

Wish You Were Here became “our song” back in the day and it still is today. And how I wish Sifrona were here.

I still love you, Sif ❤

Now, if you’ll pardon me I’ve got to go see who’s chopping onions again…

The Cockpit of an SR-71 Blackbird is Pretty Cool!!!

It’s been quite a few years now (IIRC about 15 or so) since I stumbled into the opportunity to have a seat in the cockpit of an actual SR-71 Blackbird. I’d gone to the airshow at March Field in SoCal with my friend Adrienne. We went to the March Field Air Museum first before going to the Air Reserve Base across the field.

Now, I knew the museum had an SR-71 Blackbird. I didn’t expect to see a ladder with a sign saying it was $5.00 to sit in the cockpit! Still near the top of the fastest times I’ve had my wallet out and near the top of the best $5 I’ve spent LOL!

Good times 😎👍

A Bit of Nostalgia

My 1988 IROC Z/28
I miss my 1988 IROC Z/28

Yes, this is a scan of an old Polaroid from around 2000 or so. That car is my now long departed 1988 Chevrolet Camaro IROC Z/28. There were quite a few times when I thought about wrapping a chain around the bar between the T-tops and using it as an anchor, but I had some awesome times with it, too.

I bought it from a supposed friend who said it was perfect. Then I did an oil change and the oil came out looking like a chunky chocolate milkshake. It turned out that my alleged friend had overheated the engine and there was an eight inch crack in the lifter valley. I had the motor swapped with a little help from my friends. There were still problems with the “new” 305 TPI V8 from a 1989 Firebird. The check engine light wouldn’t go out and the engine leaked approximately two to three quarts of oil a week. I just used 20W50 and changed the filter occasionally.

I needed to figure out a way to smog it in a few weeks when a 17 year old driver who’d had her license for 10 days hit this car and totaled it. I broke even overall with the settlement.

I’d love to get another ’88 IROC, but there’s a few issues. All I find are either the equivalent of a wrecked WWII fighter in the jungle of a south Pacific island that needs a total rebuild or I find a 5,000 mile garage queen with a bunch of trophies with an asking price that’s more C8 Corvette than ’80s Camaro. I can’t seem to find another daily driver with minor issues.

Maybe someday…