Steve Jobs Obituary: "Father & Son Reunion...going back to the homeland and learning about growing old."

Roger & Me...toothless old geezers trying to get along.

I smell pork products.

My dad likes the 'open pit' offerings at his neighborhood market.

This is little "Charlie Brown" from Morgan County, Georgia...his human tells us he's been to 48 states and 2 Canadian provinces via long-haul truck.

I love river-rock fireplaces.

"aquí"

These are my two favorite houses in town, the top one is the Crotty house, my fave...the bottom was my Mom's favorite.

This is the recently restored neon 'burger, soda, fries' sign from my beloved Mearle's Drive-In.

The old winery on the way to Tulare.

Virginia Lodge Motel

A modern-day plain hovel.

A single-wide with a chair.

My Dad tells me he climbed this water tower one night with a friend when he was in high school and drank a couple of beers.

I'm not sure how a crow fits into the plan.

American sculptor James Earl Fraiser (1876-1953) produced his most recognized work, the 'End of the Trail' for the Panama-Pacific International Exposition held in San Francisco in 1915. Intended to be cast in bronze, material shortages due to WW1 prevented this, and the statue was made from plaster. After the Expo, all plaster pieces were tossed into a pit at Marina Park in San Francisco. Residents of Visalia, California rescued the End of the Trail in 1919 and relocated the statue to Mooney Grove Park outside of town in the midst of the largest stand of Valley Oak trees in the world, where it became a favorite sight for many generations of county residents. In 1966-68 the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City arranged for the deteriorating 18-foot plaster statue to be shipped to Italy where it was prepared for a mold to be cast into a bronze replica and be permanently placed in Mooney Grove Park, and the original plaster piece was carefully restored and now sits in the entry way of the museum in Oklahoma City.

This WWI canon was a popular jungle-gym for my brother, sister, friends and I for quite a few years at Mooney Grove, or "Mooney's Grove" as it's always been known to us.

Every once in a while we would find a beautiful treasure in the form of a lost peacock feather while at the park.

My Boy Scout log cabin...Troop 302.

Our mom and dad kept a large plastic bag in a designated kitchen drawer for all stale pieces of bread, surely secretly helped along by us kids, for weekend feeding trips to the very bold and hungry geese and ducks at Mooney's Grove. Today my Dad and I fed the descendents of those fowl non-salted whole wheat crackers...hello.

No Friday night cruise by my friends and I was without a pit-stop at Taylor's Hot Dog Stand for a few amazing chile dogs...sometimes twice a night.

Dad and I chow down at In-N-Out on our day-time cruise of Mooney Boulevard.

More of this and less of the mall.

           Saturday Matinee..."Doors Open: 12:30 p.m.--Show Starts: 1 p.m."

     My Dad's Uncle Al Cox was head projectionist at the Fox Theater on opening day in 1930 and for the next 42 years.

     Despite spending most of his time in the projection booth, thus out of sight of most theater patrons, Al was always impeccably dressed and distinguished looking with his carefully-combed bright steel-grey hair.

     His career spanned some six decades, a period during which the motion picture industry evolved from the vaudeville and nickelodeon of the early 1900's to the multiplexes of the 1970's.