Monday, October 19, 2015
I've scanned another batch of vintage color snapshots; these date from September, 1971. Disneyland had just welcomed its 100 millionth guest two month earlier. I was the 100,000,001st guest, and I would have been the 100 millionth, but I stopped to tie my shoe. Which is why I never wear shoes anymore. I may share the story of why I don't wear pants, but that will have to wait for another day.
I like this neat shot of the Carnation ice cream parlor on the corner of West Center Street; the milk truck is sitting nearby. Tiny children were working the delivery route that day. Ah, the good old days, when you could use child labor. Thanks for nothin', do-gooders!
Next door is the Sunkist Citrus House, where you could get a glass of OJ or a lemonade popsicle. I suggested that they should serve cups of lukewarm gravy, but they wouldn't listen.
You hardly ever see cops playing saxophones in real life. Maybe if we gave policemen saxophones, ukeleles, kazoos, and banjos, there would be less strife in the world. Lookit that itty-bitty sax (probably a "sopranino"). It's adorable, and is probably made of candy. Well, I guess I'm going to go into the Emporium and see what's for sale. Laters!