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	<title>Comments on: 1959</title>
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		<title>By: etherian</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2004 21:05:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In 1959, my mother had just come home from Europe to tie up some loose ends in Cambria.  For a short time, she too worked at a diner out on the Pacific Coast Highway in a spit of a town called Gorda.  Her attention was caught less than a year later by a dashing sailor, my father.  It was fun calling mom after reading this and listening to her stories of the past.  Considering the fact that I haven&#039;t celebrated Father&#039;s Day since my dad passed away in 1994, this was a lovely way to think of him.  Thank you.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In 1959, my mother had just come home from Europe to tie up some loose ends in Cambria.  For a short time, she too worked at a diner out on the Pacific Coast Highway in a spit of a town called Gorda.  Her attention was caught less than a year later by a dashing sailor, my father.  It was fun calling mom after reading this and listening to her stories of the past.  Considering the fact that I haven&#8217;t celebrated Father&#8217;s Day since my dad passed away in 1994, this was a lovely way to think of him.  Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: Mpavblue</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mpavblue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2004 12:07:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Southern California in the late 1950s and early 1960s.  What a wonderful time and place to be a part of.  I myself have spent more than a few very late nights in places such as Mallory&#039;s diner.  The waitress probably thought I was &quot;ancient and grim&quot;.  I spent 4 hours the other night sifting through everything on this web site.  I am not sure what to make of it really.  However, I am intrigued.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Southern California in the late 1950s and early 1960s.  What a wonderful time and place to be a part of.  I myself have spent more than a few very late nights in places such as Mallory&#8217;s diner.  The waitress probably thought I was &#8220;ancient and grim&#8221;.  I spent 4 hours the other night sifting through everything on this web site.  I am not sure what to make of it really.  However, I am intrigued.</p>
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