The Blue Whale

August 30, 2006


Sometimes there would be left over gizzards. When I worked at a convenient store I remember: I remember moping up and getting free soda pop drinks and a movie to watch after work. I usually get off of work at 1 or 12am. Sometimes I would drive the blue whale station wagon to an empty field and look at the star, drink soda pop and drag on a cigarette. I was in high school at the time. It was hard to sell tampons to girls that I know. I can’t believe that they were not embarrass to make that purchase while I was the checking them out. The hardest part was rejecting beers to my under age classmates.

August 30, 2006 Wednesday updated memories:

I remember the blue whale. It is a beast on four wheels. It was my car when I took the drivers exam. On the way home from the DMV, the rusty muffler fell off. I did pass my exam. My father drove the blue whale all over the place. He taught me how to drive in that car. I nearly crashed one time on high way 205 south of Canby. I was looking to my left as I was going forward and not slowing down. Father yelled at me. I had not seen him in fear for a long time. He used to drive that car everywhere. I help him load up the concession stand material for our food booth. We had to set it up at the General Canby Fair Day. He hid a soft pack of Marlborough underneath the driver’s seat. His key chain fob is of the Marlborough Bull. It weight heavy and golden, inlaid with incidental scratch marks gathered from being drop onto concrete or pavements.

We had a fun relationship with transportations. I use to ride behind him on a bicycle. I held on to a bag of soap and we deliver black market goods on bike. Father always wanted to make a business or own a store. In Vietnam, he started his own bicycle repair shop which later evolved into something much bigger. There is a snap shot of his bicycle repair shop. They didn’t have a camera around so each year; Father would hire a photographer to take a portrait. He is a handsome young man, before the eight of us were born. His sister is there. The rims of the wheel hang glimmering in the sun. The circles hang on metal folding door frames.

I know that he wanted a store similar to T-n-T. He always thought that I was lucky to get that job. I think so myself. He wakes me up when I have to open up the store before the morning commute. I sometimes ride the bicycle to work. Sometimes I think he longs for the lost store. But he was always starting a new enterprise and didn’t wallow in the lost of the previous adventure. The communist grazed down my Father’s store. It occurred soon after Saigon became Ho Chi Minh City.

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The Bomber

August 29, 2006

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We went to visit this museum in Milwaukie, Oregon off of 99 E going south towards Oregon City. It used to be a gas stastion. The law required the owner to upgrade their facilities to meet the environmetal standards. It was too expensive for them to upgrade. So the gas station became a Hamburger Joint. The family is restoring the bomber piece by piece. 040328 Originally uploaded by lexly87. The bomber

Japanese Garden

August 29, 2006


I like these glowing swimmers.

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From the Japanese Garden


August 24, 2006

Typewriter, originally uploaded by lexly87.

At the bomber museum in Milwaukie, Oregon off of 99E.  We were there with Waldek and Tata drunk from Bud Light.


August 24, 2006

Jul 24, 2006 at 10:55 AM

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Newport Beach

Yaquina Bridge

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My own version of GeoTag

What was the highlight of this past weekend?

July 24,
St. Helen
Newport Beach

July 29, 2006 Saturaday
*Starry Night
*Sunset hot tub
*Japanese Garden
*Rose Garden

Here’s a great website to keep track of travels in Oregon: I like that it has a virtual ‘Journal’ which looks like a book to mark all of my favorite places.  It also has a pin point map.

Waterman Expert

August 24, 2006

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My Wife gave me a used Waterman Expert Roller Ball. She got it through a company advertisement.  I like the weight of this pen.   When I was in Poland for a visit, I found a used old fountain pen in an antique store.  I pay about $10 us.  It wrote very scratchy and I had to hold it at a particular angel.  I still like the pen because it wrote in an interesting caligraphy.


This website as a graph

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