My dad passed awy in the early 90’s, in Fontana. I took my wife and son for a drive through there and did not recognize it anymore.
Just today, I was telling my friends in Sugar Land, TX how I was trown from my horse in the annual Labor Day parade back in 1974, where I landed flat on my back in the middle of 6th street. I thought I met my maker, but just had the wing knocked out of me for about 1/2 minute. I did get pretty bruised up. Used to play in the Santa Ana river bed, too.
I grew up in Anaheim, when it was strawberry patches. A few years ago, I had to go to a conference at the Disneyland Hotel. I got lost.