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Originally Posted by SquadRon
(Post 3056645)
No it was a sign that I drove closer to read and watch for the neighborhood as I enter without cutting anybody off lest there was a impatient rocket
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Soooo........ you admit that you weren't sure where you were going and cut into that street, at the last minute, on a chance that it might lead to the right subdivision ......??
My ruling stands .......
case closed!
Now that reminds me of a story about West Covina. This is a loooong story, so I will just tell the first part.
It was a hot, late afternoon in July, when I decided to drop in and visit my younger brother, who was living in West Covina. I had the address and he said just to come around to the back.
Now, understand that my younger brother had just got back from Vietnam, after serving a year as a marine in a LRRP (Long Range Recon Patrol) unit. When he got off active duty ...... he went full hippie and was living in this "commune" setting in West Covina.
The place consisted of a big, old two story house on a main street, with a large back yard (maybe a half acre), that was enclosed by what were at one time, migrant shacks. Back in the day, that was a fruit growing area.
Since I was on my way to UC Riverside on business, I was dressed in a suit and driving my company car (a 1972, dark green, Ford gran torino, with blackwall tires). Really, I kid you not.
As I pulled up in the back and hopped out ...... the hippies scattered, toilets were flushing, people were burying stuff, people were eating stuff. My brother was rushing around trying to convince them I wasn't a fed ......that I was his brother.
There must have been two dozen people living in the big house and surrounding migrant shacks.
As the evening progressed ........
TO BE CONTINUED
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