tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849327642610184563.post792579343946825237..comments2023-10-30T10:31:57.911-04:00Comments on Days of Transition: You Gotta Work.....Ralphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007305231270037503noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849327642610184563.post-10248836004813127562008-07-11T20:16:00.000-04:002008-07-11T20:16:00.000-04:00You're on. And I was wondering where "Raff" came ...You're on. And I was wondering where "Raff" came from--although this name of mine does get batted around quite a bit. I'm glad I represent a good memoryRalphhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10007305231270037503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849327642610184563.post-71540288391134791682008-07-11T18:29:00.000-04:002008-07-11T18:29:00.000-04:00Thank you, thank you, I would love to read what th...Thank you, thank you, I would love to read what the new restaurant is like. If good, I'll buy you guys dinner there when I'm in town. I drank coffee and ate donuts in the parking lot my last morning in VA last November as I arrived too early to wait it out at old National Airport. So I pulled into the Marina and enjoyed talking to joggers coming by and feeling like a kid again. The guy who used to cook hamburgers and hot dogs in that restaurant back in the 60's was also named Ralph and back then, we called him "Raff" as I call you sometimes mostly in his memory. He was a short order cook for the White Tower on King Street before getting a better job cooking at the Marina. We knew his wife Mary and his three daughters, the oldest took the sailing course I taught. It was truly fun, growing up there, and frankly my fondest memories of life are in DC. That's why it's my vacation destination at least once every year. Let me know! Thanks again, Z & MeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849327642610184563.post-25521348662090645752008-07-11T18:06:00.000-04:002008-07-11T18:06:00.000-04:00So our teenage time here coincided from 1958 to ab...So our teenage time here coincided from 1958 to about 1967, when I stopped living here full time and then again when we were "adults" from about 1973, when I came back, to when you left in '87. That is a long time. I'll bet we did run into each other at least once. maybe you came through the Willston Drug Far or something.<BR/><BR/>BTW, I've had a recent report on that restaurant you liked so much, down at the marina on the river on the GW Parkway. It's recently under new management and is supposed to be excellent and reasonable. We'll be going there sometime soon I hope, and I'll give you a report.Ralphhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10007305231270037503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849327642610184563.post-76484122631298541972008-07-11T17:42:00.000-04:002008-07-11T17:42:00.000-04:00Two paper routes, I dropped the Star and did the P...Two paper routes, I dropped the Star and did the Post and yup, Washington Daily News. Old people bought that rag for the puzzles. My other point being, if you are 62 and I'm 60 and I lived in NoVA from 1958 to 1987 (29 years) that's a long time. I mean every time you write something about doing whatever up there it mirrors some of my experiences. And yes, I loved swimming and Tennis and so became a Senior Life Guard at Rehobeth, Bethany, VA Beach, and Kitty Hawk and Ft Lauderdale beach, anywher Dusty Hennent had a concession. I worked every summer starting in my Junior HS year for him. Z &MeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849327642610184563.post-73860856355396183892008-07-11T14:44:00.000-04:002008-07-11T14:44:00.000-04:00Z&M, there's no doubt we trod very similar paths a...Z&M, there's no doubt we trod very similar paths at least in some things. But you seem to have been much more of a jock thanI was--I'd never have dreamed of lifeguarding, at any age. And you were quite ambitious, with three paper routes (that's old Washington Daily News, the tabloid, you're trying to remember). The Sunday morning Star was enough for me. When I drove the truck, I'd actually get to the Star building to pick up papers around midnight and then work literally all night.<BR/><BR/>And you remind me that carnal stirrings did begin long before the Penney's job. There was the occasional interesting greeting when I knocked on a door or two to collect. Oh my.....Ralphhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10007305231270037503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849327642610184563.post-29274170675477263952008-07-11T13:42:00.000-04:002008-07-11T13:42:00.000-04:00I'm just wondering if sometime between our blogs w...I'm just wondering if sometime between our blogs we might find that we crossed paths back in DC. I too delivered the Star, had a route in Mt Vernon, then a friend moved away and I picked up his Washington Post morning delivery which I did every day before heading off to school, twice the money. Then there was another afternoon paper called the News?? Can't remember. One summer I delivered both and mowed lawns. When I got my SS card I got my first real job as junior life guard at Little Hunting Creek Pool. It's privatized now. I went by it last year when I was up for a visit. And ya know, I also went by houses I delivered papers at and remembered who used to live in them. Especially the corner house on Kenyon Drive who had a beautiful red head daughter. She got me thinking about sex.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com