Mom and Dad met at Stanford. She was from San Diego. He went to Lincoln HS in "Frisco." They were living in Parkmerced when I was born. Stanford wouldn't take me - probably from smoking too much weed and too much time on the golf course. I did get accepted at Berkeley and UCSD, and decided on Black's Beach. UC was much easier to get into back then.FiatLux wrote: ↑Thu Jan 09, 2025 7:18 pmMikey wrote: ↑Thu Jan 09, 2025 6:42 pmFiatLux wrote: ↑Thu Jan 09, 2025 6:26 pm
Rack!
Except the part about smoking weed and surfing.
I had a couple of friends I used to go surfing with in high school that smoked weed (sold it as well as other shit).
Brian became a chemical engineer. Went to UCSD which you know well. He got into Cal as well as me. But, said he was going to UC down there because it was a better school for chemical engineering. I just believed him because I didn't know or really care. Maybe you can enlighten me.
And Mark. Who ended up becoming a doctor.
Seer and Diego are just losers and it really doesn't have to be due to smoking pot and surfing. Just wanted to clarify (protect) something I love (surfing) and don't wanted it grouped in with those losers.
Other than that, you're spot on.
I've got nothing against smoking weed OR surfing, per se, as long as it doesn't get in the way. I was just making an example. God and gOD knows I did plenty of both (OK I spent the equivalent of probably a couple of years on a Boogie Board or treading water wearing Duck Feet). The golfing at Torrey Pines was pretty excellent as well. And it took me seven years to get through UCSD with an ME and Controls Systems degree, but I did it. It has an excellent engineering school, even back then. But TBH I picked it because of the location. My mother and her father were both born in San Diego and we used to come down every summer for vacation.
I always thought you just went down there to go to school. Didn't know the family relationship.
One of the good things about the Bay Area and Northern California. Wildfires in the winter are literally impossible. Not only does it rain, the hills around here have grass and it looks like Ireland in some respects as you well know.
This is the house on Bush Street in San Diego that my great grandfather and his two sons built in 1914. It's still there, and now worth a couple of $ million plus. I have a bunch of pictures from when it was being built. One of these days I plan on going down there and knocking on the door to ask if they want copies.