I lived in San Diego until I was 15, before I moved to Northern L.A. County and eventually to L.A. I remember several of those. (Actually, I found the page because I was looking for Picnic’n Chicken).
I know why The Boomtown Rats did I Don’t Like Mondays.
I took note of the PSA crash (though I wasn’t living there at the time).
My first Jack In The Box was the one on Balboa near the freeway.
FedMart and Gemco.
When I was a kid, Earl Scheib would paint any car any colour for $29.95.
I never listened to The Mighty 690. When I was a kid I listened to Fun-Lovin’ KCBQ. I have a Homegrown LP from KGB.
My plans to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show were nixed because my sister told my parents there were perverts in it.
I remember things mentioned by people who commented.
Picnic’n Chicken. I loved it when I was a kid. I went there once back in the '80s or '90s, and it wasn’t as good as I remembered.
I went to UCSD for most of the 80’s getting my degrees in M.E. I remember a lot of these. I loved Mr. Frosty. Is it gone now? I wouldn’t be caught dead at Diego’s. That place was nothing but frat boys and yuppies.
I remember a commercial or news promo that said ‘Go all the way, with Al Coupé!’ (Coo-pay. Not sure of the spelling.) Anyone remember who this guy was?
Most San Diegans* remember this jingle: See Pearson Ford - They stand alone at Fairmont and El Cajon!
*I was born in L.A. (actually Lakewood), but lived in San Diego from four to 15; so I consider myself a ‘native’ San Diegan since that’s where I was a child and where I attended school.
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I’m glad I’m not an El-Ca-John redneck
Them cowboy boots and spurs just get me down
I’m glad to stay right here in Encanto…
– ‘Encanto Rag’, Bootleg, KGB’s home grown (aka Homegrown 1)
My impression of San Diego was that it consisted of my parents’ crowd (golf, sailboats, gold lewelry) and my sister’s crowd (hippies).
*Well, Ocean Beach is breezy; you can live like a bum
Mission Hills is cool, but it sure ain’t much fun
Julian has clean air, but it’s too far to go
Now I just want to get back to the only place I know
But there’s a fly in my soup
There’s gum on my shoe
And I’m stuck in San Ysidro
With a case of the blues
You know, it can’t be so hard
To get back to El Cajon Boulevard*
– ‘Back to El Cajon Boulevard’, Steve Black, home grown
My sister used to take me to PB sometimes. There was a store there where you could go out the back and be let into a sea cave. Do you know where that is?
