Alcatraz & Monica

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Approximately two years ago, I took my new Mazda 6 (paid cash –sniff!) on vacation.
Drove down to Santa Nella California and stopped at the Pea Soup Anderson for a rather expensive breakfast, South on I5, then taking highway 41 (to the James Dean cutoff!) to arrive at Morro Bay. It was rather warm for October. Noticed the giant rock, which back in the 70’s you could climb without breaking the law, checked into the motel and then drove to the waterfront and parked the car.
There was a line of people waiting for food! So I got in line for a whole hour just to order a crab cocktail. Next time I’ll get an alcoholic drink to enjoy while waiting as they prepare my food. Ate back at the motel.
Later after my shower, put on my Rebecca Starr

outfit: school girl flats, lacy bobby socks, pretty panties,short plaid skirt, bra, school girl blouse, ear rings. Inserted anal dildo, and had one of my best orgasims of the year after about an hour making contact with my incubus!
Next morning went back to the waterfront, and found the bakery where Jack Lalanne (exercise guru) used to go, when he was still alive, after exercising all morning to get a bran muffin for breakfast. They even had his seat by the fire place marked.

Drove up to Santa Clara, right in the heart of silicone valley.Traveled on down Stevens Creek Blvd to where it became San Carlos Blvd heading toward San Jose. About a mile past Winchester Blvd exists the great falafel stand! Had a falafel and banana shake. In Santa Clara checked into a cheap
motel costing over 100 bucks per night!
While checking in the clerk said we have free coffee in the morning.
I said “No way I’m going to Stan’s donuts!” (best donuts on the planet)
So, the next morning brought back Stan’s donuts and coffee to the motel.
After which it was now time to drive up to Frisco to catch the boat to Alcatraz Island.
I had been to Frisco many times, but had never been to the Island.
I was going to go to Alcatraz two years previously with my sister, but an enormous Disney cruise ship came in and bigfooted all the tickets. This time I already had my ticket printed out from my printer in black and white.
Got off the freeway too soon because I was worried I would end up on the Bay Bridge! Found a Vallero gas station, pulled in, and locked the Mazda setting the alarm as I had to use the facility. I had to go both #1 and #2 (urinate and defecate for my foreign readers). Looked at my watch noticing that I had one hour to catch my boat. I asked the cute Asian gal working in the gas station how to get to Fisherman’s Warf from there. She said “It’s easy!” then gave me the directions.
Got on the boat and proceeded to Alcatraz Island. Upon arrival they tried to corral the people getting off the boat so someone using a bullhorn could expound on the American Indian take over of the island during the early 1970s. I knew the story and kept walking to not waste time. I went up and up, then it would be easier to go down the rest of the tour. Arrived at the cell block and was given some sort of memory device with headphones. So, I can go on the tour at my own speed. Anyway, it was hot and crowded. So, I started hitting the skip button and going faster.
Interesting criminal legends such as the birdman and Al Capone  inhabited Alcatraz at one time. Would have another celebrity convict except the Whitey Bulger movie was amazingly lousy.
Saw the famous exercise yard with the concrete steps and view of Frisco. Time to leave!
Long line at the boat, and feared that I would have to wait for the next one, but I got on.
Back in the city (Frisco–San Francisco for my foreign readers), I went to a run-down looking but famous restaurant–Sabella Latorre. As I approached a live band was playing “If you’re going to San Francisco be sure to wear a flower in your hair.” They sounded good too.
At the restaurant had clam chowder, crab cocktail, one lobster tail, with Frisco sourdough bread, washed down with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.
Before the big earthquake of 1989, it was easy getting in and out of there. Just jump on the Embarcadero, which was destroyed by the aforementioned quake.
Next day drove to Watsonville to check into the motel, then drove down the pacific coast highway (the PCH for you people in California) to  Monterey and had Cioppino for lunch washed down with Chardonnay. Walked around the pier for awhile.
When I was a kid my father owned some beach front lots north of there, but the state eminent domained him out making it a state park. Would have made him rich if he could have held onto the land.
So, drove back to the motel in Watsonville, where my cousin lived on an apple orchard many years ago before moving north of Monterey by my father’s lots.
Next day had breakfast at Casa de Fruita, which has been a road side attraction longer than I’ve been alive. Drove past the big reservoir, which was rather low back then due to the drought. Approaching I5 as highway 33 goes to Gustine Ca, where the oldest living movie star resides. Baby Peggy

child actress from the 1920s, then home by the afternoon.


kirktrack:   “sexy panty”




Virginia Knight:


Baby bottle!




“Elsa Lanchester, who was eking out a living as a nude

model for painters and photographers but aspired to a career as an actress and singer.” (JAMES WHALE A New World of Gods and Monsters by James Curtis)


Saddle shoes with glasses!


Brie as Patty:


Question: Who is Monica Robinson?

Answer: next month.


Liz &

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the video “linda:”


“In 1961 Liz Taylor won her first Oscar for her portrayal of a call girl in a tortured affair with a married man in “Butterfield 8.”

Although she hated the part and the script, she agreed to the role because it ended her contractual obligations to MGM.
Her next project was “Cleopatra” for Twentieth Century Fox. Taylor was loath to take the title role and set her asking price at $1 million.

With a record-breaking final price tag of $62 million, the film ushered in a new era of excess in Hollywood. It nearly bankrupted Fox, which was forced to sell its back lot bordering Beverly Hills to a developer, who turned those 200 acres into Century City.

The production also launched the most turbulent period of Taylor’s life. She contracted pneumonia during filming in Rome and underwent an emergency tracheotomy. She was reported to be near death for days.

After she recovered and returned to the “Cleopatra” set, headlines around the world began to scream details of her affair with Burton. When the movie was finally released in 1963, the reviews were brutal, but audiences flocked to see its shameless-in-love stars.

Taylor co-starred with Burton in several more movies, including “The V.I.P.s” (1963); “The Sandpiper” (1965); “Doctor Faustus,” “The Comedians” and “The Taming of the Shrew” (all 1967); “Boom!” (1968); “Under Milk Wood” and “Hammersmith Is Out” (both 1972); and an aptly titled television movie, “Divorce His, Divorce Hers” (1973). Critics found most of their collaborations unremarkable.

The exception came in 1966, when the ritzy couple were cast against type in Edward Albee’s drama of marital angst, “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”

Taylor gained 25 pounds and donned a gray wig and extra padding to play Martha, the frumpy, foul-mouthed, highly educated wife of Burton’s henpecked college professor. She was reportedly terrified by the challenge of playing a role so far removed from her glamorous persona.

Nichols put the Burtons and the other two cast members — George Segal and Sandy Dennis — through weeks of private rehearsals and closed the set during filming. Gradually, Taylor said, she grew so comfortable in her “Martha suit” that it freed her acting.

Critics lavished praise on her performance, calling it the best of her career. The film won five Oscars, including Taylor’s second for best actress. She also won awards from the National Board of Review, the Hollywood Foreign Press Assn., the New York Film Critics Circle and what is now the British Academy of Film and Television Arts.”




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wife wearing saddle shoes:

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& brie:


If “Sunset Boulvard” is not the best movie about Los Angeles, then certainly it’s the best movie ever made about Hollywood!

Sunset Boulevard (also known as Sunset Blvd.) is a 1950 American film noir directed and co-written by Billy Wilder. It was named after the boulevard that runs through Los Angeles and Beverly Hills, California.

The film stars William Holden as an unsuccessful screenwriter and Gloria Swanson as a faded silent movie star who draws him into her fantasy world, in which she dreams of making a triumphant return to the screen. Erich von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark, Lloyd Gough and Jack Webb play supporting roles. Director Cecil B. DeMille and gossip columnist Hedda Hopper play themselves, and the film includes cameo appearances by leading silent film actors Buster Keaton, H. B. Warner and Anna Q. Nilsson.

Praised by many critics when first released, Sunset Boulevard was nominated for eleven Academy Awards and won three. It is widely accepted as a classic, often cited as one of the most noteworthy films of American cinema. Deemed “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant” by the U.S. Library of Congress in 1989, Sunset Boulevard was included in the first group of films selected for preservation in the National Film Registry. In 1998, it was ranked number twelve on the American Film Institute’s list of the 100 best American films of the 20th century.

An aging former star of silent movies, Desmond (Gloria Swanson) has withdrawn to her Gothic Beverly Hills mansion, off Sunset Boulevard, nursing dreams of a return to stardom while her grip on reality grows ever more tenuous over the years. Her one companion is Max (Erich von Stroheim), her butler, former director, and first husband, who serves as her protector and shields her from the outside world. Because he is still in love with her, he tells her she is still a star, and cuts her off from the news media, and writes daily fan letters to keep her from realizing that she has been completely forgotten by her beloved public.

One day Joe Gillis (William Holden), a young, unemployed screenwriter arrives at Desmond’s with a flat tire on his 1946 Plymouth after being chased by two repo men. He parks the car inside the garage of the mansion and is summoned by Norma to the front door. She confuses him for an undertaker for her just deceased pet chimpanzee.

Norma finds out that Joe Gillis is in fact a writer and asks him to take a look at a manuscript she has been working for a while. It is the story of Salome,

and she plans to star in it.”


A coming of age tale, “Lost in Yonkers” focuses on brothers Arty and Jay, who are left in the care of their Grandma Kurnitz and Aunt Bella (Mercedes Ruehl) in Yonkers, New York by their desperate father Eddie, who needs to work as a traveling salesman to pay off debts incurred following his wife’s death.

Bella is a sweet and  highly excitable woman

who longs to marry an usher at the local movie house named Johnny so she can escape the oppressive household and create a life and family of her own.