The old half-dead Dell is at the Apple store for the conversion of my data, etc. I'm blogging on an old PowerBook G4 until the new marchine is ready. This is a HUGE change for me. Will I ever be as proficient on the MAC as I was on the PC? Can an old dog (grrrr1) learn new tricks?
Guess I'll find out. I want to learn Garage Band.
To celebrate the big conversion, we had lunch at Aquitaine at Legacy Place. Good French onion coup and the croque monsieur wasn't too shabby either. Excellent Pinot Grigio.
Working on a speech about Tijuana in the old days and Caesar Salad. Of course you knew Caesar Salad was invented in Tijuana? No. You do now.
Learn something every day. What will I learn?
Wondering,
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Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Tijuana Taxi
Driving back from DC, we played some of the CD's we brought. One was Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. Takes one back a spell, a long spell.
Tijuana Taxi made me think of Tijuana, of course. For a while my parents lived in San Diego, and when we visited them, along with Sea World, La Jolla, the Zoo, Cabrillo Point and all the good places, we would take a drive to Tijuana. There was a slum outside of town that was so bad you really knew Mexico was a third world country.
We ate at the place where Caesar Salad originated. Visited the Race Track and actually won.
Bought a couple of decent souvenirs. When we walked down the street together, guys (always guys) would come sauntering up and ask if anyone needed dental work or new seat covers for the car. If S.O. was up ahead and I hung back to look into shop windows, they would ask if he wanted women or men or boys of what have you. I think somebody also inquired about abortions. Maybe drugs.
In other words, maybe you could get everything you wanted at Alice's Restaurant, but you could get absolutely everything is Tijuana.
My parents always bought Mexican vanilla and bar laundry soap. Man, that soap had enough nitrates in it to clean through to China. I still have a couple bars which may become part of my estate.
Returning to the U.S. through customs, there was frequently a long wait. When the inspector asked S.O. if he had anything to declare, he would answer, "a bottle of booze." What he never said was that it was a GALLON bottle of booze. Rum, I guess.
In later years, seniors would go to Mexico for RX drugs. I haven't been to Tijuana for years. Still trying to get to the tip of the Baja. The road wasn't finished back then.
Hola!
Grapeshot
Tijuana Taxi made me think of Tijuana, of course. For a while my parents lived in San Diego, and when we visited them, along with Sea World, La Jolla, the Zoo, Cabrillo Point and all the good places, we would take a drive to Tijuana. There was a slum outside of town that was so bad you really knew Mexico was a third world country.
We ate at the place where Caesar Salad originated. Visited the Race Track and actually won.
Bought a couple of decent souvenirs. When we walked down the street together, guys (always guys) would come sauntering up and ask if anyone needed dental work or new seat covers for the car. If S.O. was up ahead and I hung back to look into shop windows, they would ask if he wanted women or men or boys of what have you. I think somebody also inquired about abortions. Maybe drugs.
In other words, maybe you could get everything you wanted at Alice's Restaurant, but you could get absolutely everything is Tijuana.
My parents always bought Mexican vanilla and bar laundry soap. Man, that soap had enough nitrates in it to clean through to China. I still have a couple bars which may become part of my estate.
Returning to the U.S. through customs, there was frequently a long wait. When the inspector asked S.O. if he had anything to declare, he would answer, "a bottle of booze." What he never said was that it was a GALLON bottle of booze. Rum, I guess.
In later years, seniors would go to Mexico for RX drugs. I haven't been to Tijuana for years. Still trying to get to the tip of the Baja. The road wasn't finished back then.
Hola!
Grapeshot
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