Looking for Ike Turner

Written by Dominick on November 19, 2014 Categories: Business

After I finished getting NCR books, I was working the day shift out of San Marcos when the phone rang.

It was Adrienne. Yeah, Adrienne. Cool glass of water out of Ventura.

Adrienne. See. She got with Spence and they got themselves a little ole’ radio show. KVTA-AM1520. Ventura’s only drive-time talk news music and…

Well, you know the drill.

 Adrienne and Spence wanted Ike. Yeah. Ike. Ike Turner. You know Ike. Father of rock and roll. Had a little thing with Tina. Big guy with a big bass.

They wanted Ike to spice up the deal. Shake, rattle and roll some cages. Spill the beans. Tell it like it is.

Now, me. I seen Ike. Seen him around town, don’t you know. At the Panda Gardens. The Power Surge. Going down San Marcos Boulevard. East and West. But you know what. Hadn’t seen Ike for a dog’s age.

Baking Bread Bricks

Written by Dominick on November 18, 2014 Categories: Gardening

One day I was in the mood for fresh bread I proceeded to gather all the ingredients together to begin making my dough. Sitting on the counter was a bucket that I assumed was my flour. I could not wait to smell the heavenly smell of bread baking. I took it out and noticed it felt heavier than it ever had before. I set it on the counter and it made a noticeable thunk. When I took it out of the pan to cut it I felt the weight of it and showed my husband. He asked “What did you do to it?” I said, “Nothing I put in the flour.” and I pointed to the bucket. He started to laugh uncontrollably. I thought he had lost his mind. He said to me. “Honey that’s not flour.” I asked him what it was and he told me it was silica flour. He used it to mix his plaster. Great I just made bread bricks.