Saturday, November 20, 2010

Old Bauer family pics: watchin' the royals, breakin' some bones

     I came across some more old photos today. Quite a mix, really.
     I took these "hang-gliding" photos of my late little bro' Ray maybe fifteen years ago, down at Mt. Laguna in San Diego County:
Ray was nuts about that crazy sport. He bugged me about coming down with him to San Diego County to take some photos. I finally relented. (Click on these pics to enlarge them.)
I do believe that Ray took this one himself with some contraption he built and attached to the end of one of the wings. Ray could build anything.
He'd take off on top of the mountain, and then I'd drive down to the landing zone. Meanwhile, he'd fly around like some genius-idiot pterodactyl.
Eventually, he came swooping down.
This time, he came in too fast. You can see him gyrating to slow down—or somethin'.
It's a lunatic activity, really.
More desperate gyrations.
Then: boom/crunch. I think he broke one or two bones. Don't recall exactly. I know we stopped first at a pizza joint with his gang. Lotsa beer. Then off to the hospital.
I think he used some friend's identity to get treatment. He had no health insurance. Naturally.
That was Ray all over.
Ray had a thing about night photography. I'd go out with him sometimes to take night pics.
One time, we took pictures of Disneyland fireworks. Lots of hookers walked by, as I recall. "Hey, baby."
One time—it must've been 1996—we hopped a fence to climb the hill above Dana Point Harbor and took pictures of the fireworks. I think this pic was one of mine, but it might be one of Ray's. I guess I'll never know. I had a Nikon. Don't recall what he had.
I remember the date, 'cause we went to see a movie afterwards, even though it was, like, midnight or something. It was the opening night of "Independence Day." We both thought it was a shitty movie. We laughed through the whole thing. Ray had a great sense of humor.
Two pics of sister Annie, circa 1957.
My mom. Not sure when this was taken. Late 50s?
This was likely taken about the same time. I found some others, too, that, um, I don't wanna show to the world, if you know what I mean. They're within the bounds of "cheesecake," I suppose (just barely), but, still, I ain't gonna show 'em to the likes of you.
The magnificent Ildy playing with the equally magnificent Attila, circa 1980.
Such wonderful creatures. I think about 'em all the time.
This was maybe 1957, when the King or the Prince—I don't keep up with royalty—came through the provinces (Canada). Everybody went nuts about it. Just some guy, I dunno.
People sure can be idiots.

Under sheepskin mats

Pictured: "predation"©
     Evidently, they've looked in their hair, between their toes, and even under Tom Fuentes' Cadillac's scented sheepskin mats. No more ballots left to count. So, as it was yesterday, today the tally is:

THOMAS "T.J." PRENDERGAST
115,304 - 50.91%

KEVIN M. MULDOON
111,197 - 49.09%

     I just checked the OC Registrar of Voter's votes left to count page, and it appears that that number is zero.
     So have a drink (Ovaltine, if that's all you've got) to the victory of TJ Prendergast and decency.
     Long live the SOCCCD!
WE WIN!
SOCCCD's last "vote of Confidence/No confidence" (2004):

A sawdust winter evening

Checked out the winter version of the Sawdust Festival tonight—it actually opens tomorrow, but I've got connections, so there you go.
Sister Annie has a booth there, bathed in deep red.
The fire chief made her take down the curtains. "They are fireproof," she protested.
"Don't care," said the chief. "Take 'em down."
Ran into Tracy Daly, who has a booth for her pottery. She was with her mom and a friend. Nice people.
Tracy's stuff looks great.
The show will last for four weekends, I think.
Annie in her booth. Reminded me of Madame Zelda's Fortune Telling/Love Potion Salon.
Or maybe a brothel. 
(She'll display her stuff tomorrow. Jewelry, I mean. She's into chains.)
Here's Annie telling a friend's fortune. Probably X-rated. You know Annie.
I think my mom or dad made that black pot at left.
Yet another friend's booth. Cool jewelry and great wool hats.
The grounds looked great: a maze of cute and sometimes garish structures winding up the side of a hill amongst eucalyptus and other trees.
"Yeah, this is a big improvement from the old days," I said, "when they just spread steer manure on the ground. When it rained, it could get nasty."
"Really?" asked Tracy.
"Of course not."
I just made that shit up.
Saw this fun glass thing. Some kind of camel or varmint.
Saw some hippies, too.
Laguna Beach, man.
Hope it don't rain on 'em.

Roy's obituary in LA Times and Register: "we were lucky to have you while we did"

  This ran in the Sunday December 24, 2023 edition of the Los Angeles Times and the Orange County Register : July 14, 1955 - November 20, 2...