ok, were should I start. ummm...... my 95 yr old dad (who raised me when my mom died when I was 3 yr old) lives in Oregon. he means everything to me. he worked for California Canners and Growers (cannery) on Stockton avenue in san jose for 43 years. he was the general foreman. I grew up at the plant. well, I got a call from my cousin Beverly (who lives w/ in 5 miles of my dad) that my dad was in the hospital. he was taking the garbage can out to the street and had a stroke (I had mine first he liked to tell me all the time) and fell in a ditch w/ the garbage can landing on top of him. he broke he left hand and badly bruised his collar bone.
Road Trip
heading up hwy 5.
this is Shasta lake. has you can see the water level is way down (were having a bit of a water problem in cali).
this was posted at the rest stop. thought it was memorable because my dad was at pearl harbor when it was bombed in 1941. he was a
Marine station on a aircraft carrier. funny thing is that I was station in pearl harbor too.
it real pretty here.
passed thru the town of.....
I stopped and hung out for awhile. I just had too.
it's nice driving on hwy 5. some pics.
my GPS had this area in blue. it was a lake.
back on the road.
and this is where the road photos end. has I passed a California Hwy Patrol who whipped a U turn quicker than I ever seen anyone do it. when he made a U turn I just pulled over and waited for him and low and behold he pulled up behind me. I already had my license and registration out when he got up to the window. apparently it's illegal to drive 80 mph (speed limit was 70) and take pictures while you drive. really, I said to the nice CHP. well, come to find out we both grew up in los gatos. it's a small world. he let me off after I told him I was going to visit my dad.
welp, made it to Oregon.
the view outside my hotel room. nice lake. wish I brought my fishing pole.
got to spend 5 days visiting w/ my dad and his wife.
my dear old dad.
see the devil dog bulldog tattoo. marine thru and thru. he is still surviving. got to love his toughness.
my dad w/ his wife marlene. real nice lady.
me and the old man.
we had some beers and whiskey against his doctor's orders. he didn't care. no one tells a old marine what he can and can't do. he came outside while I planted his tomatoes plants. we did some bbqing outside and he sat outside getting some sun. we use to go to santa cruz ever weekend when I was going up.
I'm going back up in a couple of weeks. he had two more strokes since I have left. it's hell getting old. what's the old saying
"getting old isn't for sissies".
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good thoughts for my dad plz. he needs them.
