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market

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At long last! Proof of the existance of the Spike Jones Market on Foothill Blvd. in La Crescenta (Los Angeles county) for all you doubters out there!

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Recently, drove with my father in the rented Buick Lucerne, with the satellite radio, down the coast highway from Malibu. Good to know the ocean is still there! Took Sunset through Soviet Monica, Brentwood, where the governator (Arnold Schwartzenegger) drives around in his Bentley, bel air, Beverly hills. On the sunset strip got behind some hotshot driving a Ferrari convertible for a few blocks. Went south on Fairfax, east on Beverly, where CBS is located, south on Rampart, east on sixth street, then through skid row — about two blocks of guys in sleeping bags, and winos wondering around, then took Alameda going north. Finally, arrived at Phillipe’s, which is always at or near the top of the best places to eat in LA–certainly the cheapest–coffee 9 cents — good coffee too!!!!!

Going back to Agoura hills, just jumped the 101 at Alameda, and beat the traffic!!!!!

Speaking of Jones, here is brie as fictional book character Junie B. Jones:

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Here is a classic school girl look:

Her hair is basically a Patty Duke flip!

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Here is the amazing Hillary Summers! (looks like she is pouting!)

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The Lost Semester

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former math student brie

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Had to read a history book and write about it. Asked history teacher what to read: “how about von Hindenburg – the greatest German general!” (said with way too much enthusiasm.)

So, remember reading von Hindenburg in the bath tub, and at other times listening to the soundtrack from “Goldfinger” on the record player, while washing the dishes – no automatic dish washer, no color TV. Yes! We did have food stamps. Also, listening to “Sonny and Cher on the radio in my mom’s car, watching “Name of the Game” on TV, and bent seventies movies such as “Billy Jack” in the theatres.

(Later got into the university with a state scholarship. Not that I’m a brainiac, but they did cut me some slack because of my low income family.)

Anyway, in my immediate family no color TV until 1975!

Previous to that a 19 inch black & white zenith that kept making noises in the back, and consequently needed to be repaired about every two years. This is before the Japanese showed us how to make televisions that would last 10, 12, or even 15 years without repairs, then you would just throw them out, and buy a new one without incurring a repair bill. Someone’s father in high school actually made a living as a television repairman, driving around in a van with his name on it!

Now, where I used to live in Los Angeles county (La Crescenta) people pay $600K+ for houses that are essentially dumps.

Both the husband and wife must be making at least 6 figures each! Used to have working class people living there, now they must be yuppies, prison guards, or baby boomers, who bought back in the seventies, or inherited their houses (I know who some of you are!), which also would keep their property taxes down somewhat.

Anyway, during the lost semester in Glendale, I was able to squeeze into a pair of my mom’s sling-back shoes, even with her  really tiny shoe size, because the back strap had some stretch. Also would wear her button font dress, then going out on the back patio,

during the day, which was on an alley, to pleasure myself – never got caught either! This was done for kicks.


Walked miles to school listening to contentious Joe Pyne on the transistor radio “Take a walk!” Sometimes stopped at the best (only?) book store in Glendale, which had an amazing assortment of pulp magazines from the 1930’s – “Who is Doc Savage?”

I’ll have to see the old abode. Last time in Southern California, I couldn’t find it, but I sent for a high school transcript,

which has the address on it. I suspect the old place, near the unemployment office and the donut stand, has been bulldozed, and something else has replaced it. Back then you actually had to go down to the unemployment office every two weeks, I think it was, to pick up your check. No mailing or by now I suspect they have direct deposit.

According to the high school transcript, I was still bored with mathematics, but next year back in La Crescenta I was amazed that in Algebra, if you correctly followed the procedures, then the correct answer resulted!

As I am writing this the world’s best mathematician is living in St. Petersburg, Russia, and is unemployed, living in an apartment with his mother, after having done research proving the Poincare conjecture. Can’t tell anymore, since I never did any graduate work. He (Perelman) apparently can go to Massachusetts anytime to pick up one million dollars for his proof. He really should grab the money even though last I heard he disdains the award. Perhaps he will change his mind—I would.

Magna

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college girl brie

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“you have legs like a girl!” (said by Billy and also by mom a few years later).

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Somewhere in the San Fernando valley, when not climbing over the backyard fence, where the incinerator (banned due to smog) for burning trash used to be, and walking through the wash (flood control channel) to the liquor store on Osborne ave. for a big hunk candy bar to be washed down with Borden’s chocolate drink (geeze! What crap I used to eat!), and perusing the magazines and comic books for Donald Duck or Mad magazine – this Screen Thrills Illustrated

looks interesting, I decided one day to go over (visit isn’t the appropriate word) to Magna’s house down the block on Bromwich street.

Magna was the cutest girl not only on the block, but in the entire school.

it appeared that no one was home, where she lived down the street. So I snuck into their house through the side door off the kitchen. I was both terrified at being found out, and excited finding Magna’s room, I grabbed her pillow case,

stuffing it with girlie panties and socks from her dresser, also shoes and a pretty dress from her closet! I didn’t take one of her dolls because i liked Magna and didn’t want to hurt her at all.

Later when Billy was staying overnight at our place, I put Magna’s clothes (my clothes now!) on.

Just squeezing into her lovely shoes after putting on the girly socks,with the dress and panties, causing Billy to react joyfully. cuddling and getting my panties pulled down, though neither one of us knew what we were doing. If I only had known the possibilities of baby oil, then I could have made Billy forget about Magna!

One day after school, I was lured to Rob’s house by Billy, whereupon they shoved me into the bathroom, while  Rob’s mother’s pink baby doll nightie was thrown inside with me, just before slamming the door shut. Rob’s mom was still at work and no one else was home. They exerted their weight against the door, declaring they would not let me out until I put on the slip, panties, and the woman’s shoes that just happened to be in there! Apprehensively, I complied.

Upon letting me out, none of us had a clue as to what should happen next. They both stared at me, and demanded that I sit on their laps just like a girl! Whereupon they caressed me affectionately. Soon they were satisfied, and I put my regular clothes back on before Rob’s mother came home.
Billy was always trying to get me to take off my clothes. I guess he was just practicing for when he could get women.

Another night a few years later, I was staying at Billy’s overnight. Even though we were amazingly quiet, his mom must have had her ear pressed against the wall. When Billy whispered for me to remove my clothes, and climb into bed with him, his mom immediately came storming through the door, thereby, busting us before anything could get started.


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