Dong Hung

 All I want for Christmas is a Dong Hung t-shirt.

Federline Hat

Under Albert's influence, I purchased a Federline hat at Nordstrom.  He says he will get one too if he finds a cheaper one.

We ate at the Japanese place in ISC. When the waiter first approached, Albert told him, "I want a beer."

The waiter responded, "We have Sapporo and Asahi."

Albert: "I want a beer.

Good food, but a bit over-priced.

Next day: Shit - I missed the bus. It was a little early. I am usually at the stop early just in case, but I was too busy admiring my hat this morning.

Bus driver said, "That's a nice hat."

Coming home, we have a couple of real lively homeless guys discussing music:

"The Black Crows were originally called the Four Horsemen."

"NOooo - The Four Horsemen was a MOVIE!"

The one who is the drunker of the two is really loud and friendly.  Keeps referencing his age, "I was 29 when I first saw the Black Crowes. Great band.  I'd never heard of them until my brother told me about them when I was 29.  Great band.  Great great band.  I first saw them when I was 29".

He also says Aerosmith's singer is "Gene Tyler". He saw them when he was 36.

Stop Carving On The Walls!

 Seems reasonable.

La Mex

Here's what I looked like in Santa Ana, 2006. At my favorite new taco place.

Pretty red.

Panic, Pride, & Panda Express

Once, at Panda Express, I was halfway through my broccoli beef as a teenage couple at the next table finished their meal. The guy left his wallet sitting on his tray, and when he dumped the tray into the trash, the wallet went right along with it.

My friend, facing their table, leaned toward me and said quietly, “He just threw his wallet in the trash.”

The couple left the building, but a few minutes later they came rushing back, in a panic. The boy looked under and around the table where they’d been seated, then glanced at the trash can. He shook his head as if denying it was even possible. Not worth checking, he decided. Pride won out. He was not the wallet-in-the-trash type.

Looking back, maybe I should’ve told them. But in the moment, I let fate handle it.

Years later, in 2023, I asked a.i. to recreate the moment and the result left something to be desired. The boy was not actually wearing a panda mask that day.

A.I. recreation.

1-800-DEL-TACO

Del Taco branded pay phone outside a Del Taco in Orange, CA; 2005.

Del Taco Hotline.

Rural Eateries

Uncle Jon's cabin site is in a pretty ideal location - about 50 miles north of Anchorage, and even closer to the growing city of of Wasilla; so you can still get into town pretty conveniently.

At some point after miles and miles of nothing but trees, you turn down a long gravel road, then another long gravel road, then there you are.

It's a pleasant little community of isolated cabins - everybody I met was real nice, nobody was full of shit.

The only nearby  commercial facilities (and by "nearby," I mean 20 miles away) are a couple of gas stations, a hardware store, and the occasional lodge.

The low population base makes waiting in line extremely rare. This was particularly impressive coming in from southern California.

Typical Alaskan roadside lodge.

Interesting hood ornament.

A little further, and you'll find a couple of local eating establishments, both of them provide huge portions:

Sunshine Restaurant.

Sunshine Restaurant is my favorite, it's right next to a gas station, so we ended up there more often than not. They always had a giant stack of newspapers piled on one of the tables. I don't know if they are ever packed to capacity with customers.

In the other direction, towards Willow, is the Trading Post:

Willow Trading Post.

This place was a little rowdier since it is also a bar in the evenings. Huge portions, again.

[Originally posted on Rebel Leady Boy, Sep. 7, 2005]

FU w/ Xtra Cheese

Sarah's guest check book from work.

Did you know waitresses wrote such things in their guest check books?

Sarah's guest check book from work.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Feb. 2, 2004]