DozerDave wrote:
We had a Peterwheat bakery in the town I grew up in. I can still smell it. Now it’s an apartment complex. We also had a n icehouse. And when they cleaned it out occasionally, there would be a big pile of shavings and we would play in it like we were up in the snow. And a couple of Mom and Pop grocery stores on the corner…🐟on
We did have the bakery on our main boulevard thru San Diego that we would cruise up and down hitting the drive thru Oscar’s and jack in the box’s in the late 50s and the 60s. Funny time while in high school 3 of us surfers were driving by the bakery and my one friend said man something smells really good and I immediately said I cut one and he called me every bad name he could think of. I would remind him many years later about it and he’d still call me a SOB. Surfing and hot cars and girls were our lives back then!! Also parties and beer was happening to.