Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin' high, searchin' low
Searchin' everywhere I know
Askin' the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity
Blind man breakin' out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin' to find one circumstance
Of dignity
I went to the wedding of Mary-Lou
She said I don't want nobody see me talkin' to you
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
For dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity
Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand
Steps goin' down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the border-towns of despair
Got no place to fade, got no coat
I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity
Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure
Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
For dignity
Englishman stranded in the black-heart wind
Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake
Too many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take
To find dignity
The segment that starts at :20 is the block across the street from La Bella. I could not remember the name of the bike store, but interestingly enouhg, it was called "Chula Vista Cycle Store".
July 4, 1984, we were high school Graduates. Hope all are having a grand 4th of July. Beckwiths are in Stanley. By the time I stepped out Cabin door this morning the sun had already lit up the Sawtooths. Birds were busy sharing morning news. Hills and Meadows Greeeeeeen. And Mountain tops white.
Big day ahead. Going to cut a cord of wood. Have lots help. Bicycles have to be decorated for the “Big” parade. There will be as many participants as observers. Some point in time a float trip on the Salmon. River is running fast and cold. Doesn’t take long to float 6-8 miles.
And home in time to hand crank the ice cream. Do the bar-b-cue and race to town for fireworks.
Grunion hunting [sic]? Of course. We went right in front of the Hotel Del. Didn't see this many, but we caught enough to take them home and Bill Burger's mom cooked them.
We were graduates in 1984 and had been for 20 years!!!! The 20th reunion was for me one of the best. Maybe why the date jumped out instead of 1964 (or too big of a hurry). I had called Mike Swift, from Idaho, a week or two before we were to get together in 1984. I asked Mike if he was going to the reunion and he said, “No, (he did change his mind) but he was going fishing, did I want to come along.” Of course, I wanted to come along. He said he was going a day prior to our reunion, he would pick me up at my parent’ s home, at good ol’ 461 Vista Way, at 5:00 A.M. That’s all the planning needed. Isn’t it wonderful to have and have had good friends that we knew so well that one phone call was all that was needed to plan anything. And it was done.
We went fishing. Mike was there at 5:00 A.M., boat in tow. It was one of those San Diego mornings, crystal clear, air smelling of salt water, all the odors a bay can produce. Mike drove the boat out of the bay and into an ocean as far as the eye could see. We left sight of land looking for kelp paddies. Yellow tail, albacore, and other fine fish were hanging around. And fish we caught. One of our most productive trips ever. And for Mike, every fish was such a celebration. The boat filled up and we headed for home. It had been 5 years since we had spent time together. The day was like we had seen each the day before. We always picked up where we left off. Time not a factor. And we did go to the reunion and it was good to see so many of you then, as it was to see you on the 50th.
P.S. The reward for a good day’s catch is fresh fish. There’s no finer meal than one made of same day fish. One of life’s special treats. No wonder I keep going out. “Fresh air, fresh fish, I must have died and gone to heaven.”
P.S.S. This was to be posted on the morning of the 5th. Now I have time to catch up.
Bruce, you had a picture of the hand crank ice cream maker. It has to be a White Mountain??? !!! We used the very same good old’ crank for this year’s 4th. With right ice/salt mixture, ice cream in 14-17 minutes. No one sits on the bench. Everyone gets their turn at the crank. Great way for all to participate. Between the 4th and 5th, enough ice cream for 23 folks. We also made the home-made salsa. How does it get any better?
Slaloms at Mission Valley West (also were held at Westgate Park, South Bay Plaza, Cal-Western Univ). Not sure of the Yellow Lotus Elan (I think that is Joel Upshaw's car). Mike Hoxie (HHS 1963) went with me one Sunday and entered his 1958 Corvette. Met the light standard base head-on with the brakes locked. Car and driver survived! The picture of the intersection with the Napa store and market looks familiar. I think this shot was taken during a Sports Car Rally. Been there but can't remember the location.
My son lives in Poway just below Tooth Rock off Range Park! Watch out for snakes this time of year!!!
Driving the Bug Eye (1965) Mission Valley West or South Bay Plaza (?)
I'll have to admit that I haven't cranked any ice cream since grad school, but I will make some inquiries as to the status of that machine, which wasn't mine and ... full disclosure ... I did not grow the chiles, but I did chop 'em.
Jim:
The two 1968 photos wre billed as May Co. parking lot and Alpine.
After years of appreiciating them, I've kinda come to liking low rider cars.
I had my epiretinal membrane peel and vitrectomy yesterday and along with it my first taste of general anaethesia. I was nervous, but it went pretty well. I woke up about half way into the procedure and got to watch the forceps pulling tissue out.
They leave a rather large air bubble inside the eye to aid in healing and help to avoid future regrowth. It's supposed to dissolve on it's own in about 3 days, at which time we'll see [pun] how my vision improved.
Not me, but you get the idea. If it's too graphic, I can change it to just a link. One complaint will be enough to trigger.
Hilltop and Escondido tried, with disastrous results for the visiting Cougars, who were upset, 18-13, by the homecoming-enthused Lancers in the season’s final regular season game.
Twenty minutes before kickoff Hilltop coach Bob Tomlinson noticed that the game referee and his crew, usually already on site, had not checked in.
Tomlinson waited a few minutes and then notified Bob (Chick) Embrey, the coach of Escondido, which was the visiting team for the Metropolitan League contest at Chula Vista High.
