The Scorpion

Thanks to Charles P. Everitt, I can post this picture I took through the periscope of the Scorpion submarine that is docked next to the Queen Mary in Long Beach harbor. CPE and I walked around in the sub flipping switches and turning dials while Meredith and Ben sipped on the summer's signature cocktail in the Queen Mary.

The dude in the powerboat doesn't know it yet, but he's about to get hit by a torpedo.

Back in Hyde Park

The flagship of Hyde Park Cuisine: the Gunslinger sausage sandwich from Ribs 'n' Bibs.

Life in Hyde Park has a different rythym than life elsewhere. Example: tonight, buying groceries at the 55th street Co-op, I had to carry around a slip of paper and a pen and write down the prices of everything that I wanted to buy because the registers are down and have been down for at least a week or so. Then I had to wait in an extraordinarily long line while everyone either showed the cashier their little slips of paper or conspired with him to make up plausible sounding prices for items they forgot to write down.

I did have to pay more attention to how much things cost. One liter of Gerolsteiner mineral water costs $1.79. That's 20¢ less than 750ml of Perrier. And I think I actually like Gerolsteiner better.

Crop Duster

Crop dusters usually have fixed landing gear. It appears the landing gear on this plane have sheared off. And the pilot is looking over his shoulder, back at you.

Suburban Postmodern

While I was driving around with my dad taking all of the pictures of old, mid 20th century buildings and signs around Fresno, I started to wonder about the destiny of hundreds of hideous postmodern office buildings and strip malls around the city. The older buildings I was taking pictures of were probably unremarkable 50 years ago, but their age and decrepitude makes them interesting.

Inspired by reading some Ballard, I tried to look at some of the contemporary buildings as potential relics of the forgotten present. The example above looks like it must have been built before the second invasion of Iraq--it looks like it was modelled on a presidential palace or secret police headquarters. It's now home to my old eyedoctor and a restaurant. Maybe in 50 years it will be as charming as a Quonset hut.

Christy's Donuts

Christy's Donuts, Fresno, CA.

CPS on Roadfood

They just approved my review of the Chicken Pie shop over at Roadfood.

Update: Screenshot of CPS as restaurant of the day:

Chicken pie, mashed potatoes, biscuits, cole slaw, apple crumble, rice pudding and coffee

At the Chicken Pie Shop.

Chicken pie, mashed potatoes with yellow gravy, cole slaw and biscuits. The waitress said that the gravy was made from the real chicken stock that results from boiling "like 60 chickens" in a big pot. I don't know if that's also where the yellow color comes from.


Apple crumble and rice pudding and coffee. Crumble was good; rice pudding was outstanding.

Chicken Pie Shop

Chicken Pie Shop, Tower District, Fresno, CA.

Hoppy's Headquarters

Producer's Dairy is an independent, Fresno based dairy. The owners are the Shehadey family, who lived next door to my family when I was growing up. I had lots of mock gun battles with the kids.

The spokesperson for Producers is Hopalong Cassidy. It still says "Hoppy's Favorite" on the sides of Producers milk cartons. I remember looking at the milk cartons one time in the Country Boy grocery store, sometime in the early 80s. My dad said that Producers would have a hard time convincing young people to drink their milk with Hoppy as their spokesperson, because no kids knew who he was. He suggested they switch to Michael Jackson.

More neon signs in the daytime light of central California

Neon signs in the daytime light of central California

Thanks to the Neon aficionado for the title of this post.