Hi Larry,
I spent quite a bit of my youth in South Central; 14th Street and Central Ave.; just down the street from the Coke-Cola plant. Here is a link to a picture of the CC building:http://bigorangelandmarks.
I spent quite a bit of my youth in South Central; 14th Street and Central Ave.; just down the street from the Coke-Cola plant. Here is a link to a picture of the CC building:http://bigorangelandmarks.
My Dad had his warehouse between Griffith and Paloma with 14th Place two doors down from us. We were right in the middle of it, aka the bowels of hell. 14th Place was the stomping grounds of the Clanton 14 gang who started off as a bunch of zoot-suiting low life during the Depression and went downhill from there and redefined the term "low life scum". Eve and I did a Google flyover the other day and the warehouse is still there; in fact it looks totally unchanged and untouched. All the housing that the vermin called home is now gone, replaced by manufacturing and warehousing facilities.
My Dad's partner had been there for years prior to them going into business together. Evidently Ralph Walker had some sway/influence with the local knuckle-draggers because we never had a break-in or any vandalism to our property. The younger low-lifers never gave me much trouble but I always carried in my belt a 3/4 x 8 inch capped pipe nipple with a lanyard on one end and lead filling in the other. I could tear down wooden crates faster with that than a 16 oz framing hammer. Whenever I went to the corner store or down to a local "mama's" hamburger stand, I had it with me and only had to take it out once. It sent a strong subliminal message that even the single-digit IQ punks could understand and certainly saved me from at least one ass-kicking.
Yes, it sure would be interesting to hear what you friend's son would have to say about serving a mission in that area ("shit-hole" is the first term to come to mind, but I will refrain). Hopefully they can find some spirits there that really yearn for some truth in their lives and want out of that....ok, place, and a better life.
Cheers,
Bart
My Dad's partner had been there for years prior to them going into business together. Evidently Ralph Walker had some sway/influence with the local knuckle-draggers because we never had a break-in or any vandalism to our property. The younger low-lifers never gave me much trouble but I always carried in my belt a 3/4 x 8 inch capped pipe nipple with a lanyard on one end and lead filling in the other. I could tear down wooden crates faster with that than a 16 oz framing hammer. Whenever I went to the corner store or down to a local "mama's" hamburger stand, I had it with me and only had to take it out once. It sent a strong subliminal message that even the single-digit IQ punks could understand and certainly saved me from at least one ass-kicking.
Yes, it sure would be interesting to hear what you friend's son would have to say about serving a mission in that area ("shit-hole" is the first term to come to mind, but I will refrain). Hopefully they can find some spirits there that really yearn for some truth in their lives and want out of that....ok, place, and a better life.
Cheers,
Bart
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