Well, it's odd. As you may have read we had a lot of Lockheed guys who
came into our cafe... one of them told this story: a Lockheed manager
was the proud owner of a brand new 1971 Porsche 914, jet black in color,
sleek and sexy. He had to go out of town for business for a couple of
days, and gave the keys to a co-worker, asking him to garage the car
while he was gone.
Well, this "friend" took the car in for a $29.95 Earl Scheib paint job -
kelly green - as a joke. (Other friends were in on the joke and chipped
in, which says a lot about the average intelligence of the Lockheed
The guy got back from his business trip and saw his car - and liked it!
So go figure. Maybe your Mom actually preferred the avocado...
I don't know where I'd file your page, but I really enjoyed it.
Why, it would go in the same place you have bookmarks for the Illiad, the Nibelungen Saga and the Odyssey, of course!
In fact I grew up in Woodland Hills in the 60's and 70's and bought my childhood home from my parents when they retired and moved away. Under a chipping coat of white paint on the bathroom cabinets is their original circa 1968 brown/gold antiquing!
Who says all the archeaological interest is in Egypt or Greece? If they ever mounted an expedition in my backyard they'd find tons of scorched and melted plastic fragments from World War II model planes, radio-carbon datable to c. 1968 when I was a 12 year old pyromaniac. (They'd also puzzle over the skeleton of a goldfish, encased in a c. 1965 Lego garage. It hopped out of the goldfish bowl while I was at school one day. I came home for lunch and was heartbroken to see it dead on the kitchen floor. I put it in the Lego garage and buried it with full honors, and have never forgotten him. Or her - whichever it was.)
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