Saturday, March 16, 2013

03/16/13 Freddie's



Sunday afternoons in February 1973 I would play 'Ventura Highway' on the jukebox in the deserted lounge of the restaurant.

It's amazing what one is able to find via an online search.  Freddie's oldest son is Don (whom I never met) :

http://www.eng-financial.com/files/21947/Profile_Eng_Profile.pdf

His younger brother, Freddie Jr, was the guy who showed me where I'd be staying, in a house located next to an alley behind the restaurant.  The dirt-and-gravel alley was where I witnessed my first beating, a Native American taking solid blows to the abs without flinching and while cussing at his assailant.  So the place remained open until 1991.  I sometimes wonder what I'd be doing today had I settled down in Othello:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Othello,_Washington

A month later, I would drive along the beautiful Columbia Gorge on my way back to California via Portland and Reno.
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  1. 2nd_aveMarch 16, 2013 at 4:49 PM

    I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it,,,

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  2. ChickenpookieMarch 16, 2013 at 5:09 PM

    Quite the parade in Cyprus this weekend, the proposed 10% haircut on bank deposits has them lined up at ATM's around the block.

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    1. 2nd_aveMarch 16, 2013 at 5:19 PM

      It's incredible that we have to drill down to find a story like that, whereas we're immediately greeted with the news that Tom Cruise dated Cher in the eighties upon logging in.

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    2. 2nd_aveMarch 16, 2013 at 5:26 PM

      This must be the point where Cypriots wake up to find the party's over.

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    3. ChickenpookieMarch 16, 2013 at 7:12 PM

      I guess this should suffice the Germans and piss off nearly everyone else involved, Russian or not.

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    4. 2nd_aveMarch 16, 2013 at 7:23 PM

      Brits need not worry, apparently.

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  3. 2nd_aveMarch 16, 2013 at 6:51 PM

    I subjected my family to a tortuous drive to Othello in 2001 (on our way back from Vancouver) to revisit the restaurant. We stopped at the city limits for gas, and my oldest son asked what we doing here. I responded (deadpan) that we were planning to relocate. He was so shocked (he was 12 years old at the time) that I had to immediately reassure him it was a joke.

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