tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post8965660224933727332..comments2023-10-11T02:43:45.437-07:00Comments on CASAMURPHY: Day TripLaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11202742050661813668noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post-80819320114264714092011-11-19T09:23:35.744-08:002011-11-19T09:23:35.744-08:00Back fat convention and meth lab haircuts! Heheheh...Back fat convention and meth lab haircuts! Hehehehheeeeeee!!!!! (I think I peed myself a little reading those metaphors)My own Damn Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04699618498157378648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post-78273149152854499182011-11-18T15:59:11.520-08:002011-11-18T15:59:11.520-08:00I think you'll weep when son #2 heads off and ...I think you'll weep when son #2 heads off and you're doomed to figuring out what I'll have as fare, or to fend as son #1 for myself. If there'd been a SlutWalk featured, I'd might have made the trip to UR earlier myself. Perhaps a nice Father-Son event, at least for some dyads. <br /><br />Those apple products at Riley's Tourist Trap at Los Rios Rancho were surprisingly tasty--cider, crisp, Arkansas Blacks, Pink Ladies. I get sad when I see abandoned orchards, some full of stumps among chaparral surrounded by tract homes. It makes my trips out there bittersweet, as of all the landscapes in this wide lush world, I'm fated to have that as my irenic "childhood" nostalgia. <br /><br />I hope some oranges survive, and that fieldstone is not forgotten as McMansions crowd Wildwood Canyon and Oak Glen Roads and all of friggin' Yucaipa and Redlands and...one of the first bonding moments we shared, after all, was over the wonders of the Citrus Belt era of the Inland Empire. xxx meJohn L. Murphy / "Fionnchú"https://www.blogger.com/profile/16616876266772470719noreply@blogger.com