Christine,
All I meant by that was that one could leave Diamond Bar and be in
Walnut and never know the difference. <vbg>
Where I lived in Pomona was very quiet and peaceful. For
about the first five years I lived there, before it was officially the Phillips Ranch, the neighborhood was only 70 houses on a hillside, out in the middle of nowhere. I'd drive down Dudley to get to my parents' house in Walnut and swerve to avoid huge tarantulas, deer, foxes, rabbits, etc. The drive to work, Mission to Garey, at about midnight was another story. I think I could write an enthralling book about those excursions and nothing else! <vvvbg> There was this guy who, most nights, would be dancing on the corner of Garey
and Holt, yowling and barking like a hound. I asked around
about him and learned he had quite an interesting history apart
from his midnight madness. Oh yeah, his wife would come to
the corner and bring him a sandwich around 2:00 a.m. Crazy
place, it was.
I had a silly superstition about the corner of Holt and Garey,
that being that if the light was green the night would be quiet
and peaceful, and most times it proved to work that way. Only
thing is, I almost never hit a green light at that corner.
Sometime, maybe I'll tell about everybody's favorite paramedic. He had a wooden leg--for real!
So you were a Candystriper at good ol' PVCH. What was the
place like then?
BTW, is SI uncommonly slow for you today?
Holly |
