Another Beautiful Day at Buddy's

After another beautiful morning here at Buddy and Krimy's -- sunny and clear skies -- went with Buddy to La Jolla beach and walked around the park and the beach.  Saw the La Jolla Beach & Racquet Club where his daughter had her wedding and the reception afterwards -- on the beach (just a few years ago).  Now, they have two beautiful little children (Buddy and Krimy's first grandchildren) and are having a 3 story home erected just a block or so from the beach where they were married -- still under construction -- with its own lap pool, 2 car garage with elevators to allow 4 cars, couldn't see much through the construction fence and it was Sunday so no workers and not able to get in for a closer look.  Hope to see pictures when it is finally complete -- should be awesome.

La Jolla Beach & Racquet Club

La Jolla Beach

I would guess that Buddy and Krimy's children must have had a wonderful experience growing up in such a beautiful house with the pool and wonderful garden with trees providing fresh oranges and limes.  Only 10 minutes to La Jolla, beach, restaurants and surfing -- fantastic weather most of the year round -- Torrey Pines just up the beach and open to public play (my game was not ready to try -- no practice since mid May).

Fresh Oranges for the picking



5717 Robusto Road



Carl, Krimy and Buddy - but no suitcases?

Loved hearing some of Buddy's stories from way back at the orphanage in Denver especially the one about the "pen knife" as the nuns threatened all the naughty little boys because one young boy had somehow become injured and was bleeding (surely from being stabbed by one of his fellow inmates).  Nobody fessed up and the boys sneakly passed their little knives around to avoid confiscation or being incriminated and accussed of doing harm to someone -- turned out someone had been doing target practice nearby and a stray .22 caliber bullet had nicked the boy.  Think my brother and I stuck to just the old games of marbles not the "pen knife and circles" game -- our father also confiscated any knives we seemed to somehow get our hands on -- though we thought of using them to protect ourselves from some of the gangs that roamed the areas near "the projects".

I do crave to remember more of those old stories and wish I had better notes or a better memory (gone I guess since that fall down the 18 concrete steps when I was a kid).