Free to our guests

I know I haven’t written in a few days, and it’s because I’m very busy feeling nervous. I’ve got a health thing I won’t know the answer to until MID-DECEMBER, so meanwhile I have to carry on, which BTW is my very worst trait, carrying on is, but I thought I might as well try.

So let’s catch up on the non-health-obsessing news of the day, shall we?

Oh, ding dang it. My phone’s in the other room. Let me take Laila Ali off me and go get it.

Ah. Here we are.

On Tuesday I got to hang with another d-o-g, for that work project. I had to go get her, take her to a local pet shop, have her picture made with outfits on

as you do. Then I had to take her back to the shelter, which is always the awfulest part. But the good news is the next day I went on the shelter’s Facebook page to get the back story on this particular dog, and that same day that she tried on outfits? She got adopted! There was a very flattering photograph of her looking quite pleased with her new person. Oh my god, I was so happy for her.

Then that night one of my old movies was on at my old theater, so my old self went there, of old. I thought I’d seen It Happened One Night before, but it turns out I’d only viewed that one scene, where Claudette Colbert lifts her dress and shows her leg to get a car to stop.

Also, I’d seen stills from it when I got a Clark Gable book out at the library when I was 10. I saw a picture of them on either side of that blanket.

It turns out, it was a pretty good movie. Claudette Colbert had stupid hair, but she was pretty and managed to keep full makeup on despite several days of being on the road with no bag.

What was the story with Big Boy and Dolly? Were they dating? Because aren’t they, like, children? Also, what was the name of Big Boy’s dog? Now I hafta go look THAT up, geez.

…Okay, my very scientific research has given me no answer to that, and maybe Big Boy’s been through the desert with a dog with no name.

Everybody here HAD Big Boy restaurants, right? Where I lived, it was Elias Big Boy, but then when I moved to California it was, like, Fleicks or Fletches or Frutchees Big Boy or something. Marvin and I frequented the one in Burbank, which still had car service, a thing Marvin never let me have and which I always wanted. He always made me go in. Basically my marriage was 14 years of never getting to do what I wanted.

It was at that Big Boy that we figured out I was 444 months old, which means I was there in July 2002 that time.

Once, after a fine meal at the Bob’s Burbank Big Boy bonanza, Marvin drove me past what he knew was Bob Hope’s house (hey, maybe HE owned that Big Boy) (say Big Boy one more time) and on the way there was a yard sale. We stopped, and it was the best yard sale in the history of time. The person’s yard it was was this sort of D-list actor, whose name escapes me but mostly he was a Mr. Handsome who did commercials and game shows. I think he was dead. I mean, at the yard sale. Well, not AT the yard sale, although that would have livened up this story considerably.

Anyway, they had stills of him, 8x10s, standing at various places in a grocery store, in a suit, pointing out the meat and what have you from what must have been a hard-hitting ad at one point. Naturally we snatched those right up. Framed them and put them in the kitchen.

Even better was a 1970s marital aid book, showing a very depressed-looking couple having depressing-looking marital relations on a very shiny 1970s bedspread.

I’m sorry to tell you we got that book out at all gatherings at our abode, and even sorrier to tell you Marvin took it in the divorce without asking me. I should drag him back to court. Demand it back.

This was no hairy Joy of Sex couple, who despite their hygiene challenges at least looked like they were having a good time. This couple in our yard sale book was either on drugs or hated each other. My opinion is the woman in the scenario was depressed about that slippery bedspread.

Remember how those bedspreads had, like, 700 threads going on? And one was always pulling up. Those silky bedspreads are how the devil got in Miss Jones.

Anyway, I guess that’s all I have to tell you, except that last night, a faithful reader who I don’t even know if she reads anymore but she’s my Facebook friend, put a thing up saying, “It’s almost that time. Show a picture of you from the beginning of this decade and one from now, at the end.”

My first thought was, Oooo, I gotta go find a picture of me from 1999.

Oh, June.

So there we are.

Okay, I’m off. Talk to you soon, Dolly. And remember! You don’t have to write a name or email address to comment.

XO,
June

84 thoughts on “Free to our guests

  1. Bob’s Big Boy in Phoenix ! Oh what sweet memories! I was 18 – Phoenix was a ‘small town”
    Not sure if I ate much here – we were much more interested in looking pretty and cruising Central! lol

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  2. I would turn GREEN with envy as my neighbors piled into their Ford on Friday evenings to go EAT IN THEIR CAR at Frisch’s! So fancy.

    Lovely post, lovely 2019 June

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  3. Southern Ohio called it Frisch’s Big Boy. Also in Ohio the Big Boy was made with tarter sauce instead of the thousand island type sauce used in other Big Boys across the country. When living and traveling full time in our RV we came across two Big Boy restaurants that would make (and knew what we were talking about) when we requested “Ohio style Big Boys”; Lake Havasu City, AZ and Calimesa, CA. We were in Big Boy heaven!

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  4. P.S. I forgot to comment on the old movies. I am totally jealous that your theatre shows old classics. I can watch the old movies at home but it’s just not the same as on the “big screen.”

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  5. Wow June, you just keep getting prettier!

    Hope everything turns out fine for you aka the health thingy. You will be in my thoughts. Adorable dress up on the doggy.

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  6. MID-DECEMBER??? That is entirely too long to wait. Ridiculous. I have a student that is waiting for results until TUESDAY, and I thought that was bad. I will keep a vigil for you in your door way until you hear–hopefully–good news.

    I am so happy to hear that the cute puppy got adopted! I hope she got to keep the tutu.

    I don’t remember any Big Boys, but we do have a Fudruckers–not my favorite place.

    Lovely post, lovely June

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  7. Oh I fogot there is a amusement park here in NJ. They have a Big Boy statue displayed in the park. Some where I have a pic of him in all his glory. I also met my best friend of 45 years there.

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  8. I worked as a waitress at JB’s Big Boy here in New Jersey. They had a crew come in from Utah to train us. I have to say that as long as they were running it, it was a great place to work. If I remember correctly, it was sold to a big company after I worked there for wo years or so. I left shortly after the sale, went to college and became a teacher.

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  9. Just visited Kentucky and there were multiple Big Boy restaurants-didn’t eat there, or at the Bojangles either…not enough time

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  10. I remember seeing Big Boy restaurants but I don’t think I ever went to one.
    Good luck dealing with your medical waiting game–hope all is well.
    I don’t like old movies. I know, I’m weird. Sue me.
    Ten years ago feels like, maybe, LAST year. I don’t get what happens with time as one gets older. Time that has passed compresses into itself endlessly. Like a trash compactor.

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  11. Kip’s. Kip’s Big Boy.
    It never once occurred to me that there were differently named Big Boys. Hunh!
    Marriage really kind of IS years of not getting what you want. I wonder if both spouses typically think that – like how we generally only see things from our own point of view. Well, I’ll have plenty of time to ponder that because my place of work is closed next week! I KNOW!
    Already dreaming of THANKSgiving food.

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  12. I looked up a photo from ten years ago. I’d only been married a year. Oh to be that thin again!
    My husband, six years older than me, said he had assumed that our age difference would become less apparent as we got older, but it was becoming more obvious instead. He’s now fully gray and I haven’t gone gray yet. I didn’t tell him the weight I’ve put on is helping to fill in the wrinkles!

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  13. What I remember most about Bob’s Big Boy Restaurants is that the waitresses all had to wear big-ass beehive wigs. One of my friends got a job there right after high school (1981) and she had to go buy a wig just for work. 18 years old and that wig and uniform made her look like a 50-something woman named Lurline who would say things such as “Whut kin I getcha, hun?”

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  14. Regular at the Burbank Bob’s Big Boy. And yes, my family did the car hop thing. I can still taste their burger and silver goblet shake. I think you’re one that gets better looking with age.

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  15. I used to work the a.m. shift at a Bob’s Big Boy in Cleveland Ohio in the mid 80s. Best brown polyester uniform dress with striped apron combo I ever sported. Couldn’t ever hold a candle to you June, though. You look amazing in both pictures.

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    • I worked at Jacobsen’s department store’s restaurant in the ’80s and similarly had a brown, zip-up-the-front uniform that I could wash out every day and hang to dry and it was dry in 14 seconds because there was nothing natural in those fibers.

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  16. We had a Big Boy Restaurant near my house in Central PA that then turned into an Eat n Park, which only lasted about 5 years and then closed down. Likewise, there was a Stoney’s about 10 minutes away that only lasted about 2-3 years. The site was a field, then the building and parking lot were built, the restaurant was open, and only a few years later, it closed and the building was demolished and the site is now a field again. It was like a pop-up restaurant!

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  17. Bob’s big boy in San Diego. I never understood why people called Clark Gable a heart-throb until I watched It happened one night. Dang he was handsome in that.

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  18. I went to Bob’s Big Boy a couple of times while living is Los Angeles. From memory it was quite nice but I haven’t been in USA for over 11 years, and I’m getting to be an old chook now, so what do I know. Your photo brought back some lovely memories – thank you. I also enjoyed going to Fuddruckers in Burbank and the name still makes me smile.

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  19. I think it was a Shoney’s at which, oh the splendor, the hot fudge sundae came with the whipped cream and nuts and cherry but the fudge was in a separate cup so it was still hot when you poured it on yourself. ALL RIGHT, poured it on the sundae.

    Pouring it on yourself would be part of what a former co-worker, Hurricane Anita, called Body Neapolitan. Not to be confused with Joy of Sex Roulette, which a friend long ago explained to me—throw the book in the air and then try whatever was on the pages where it fell open.

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  20. Also am irked because why are you getting better looking? I don’t want to think about a picture of myself from ten minutes ago, let along ten years ago. Lu annoy.

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  21. Shoney’s was the name in my hometown. Great strawberry pies! There is a local radio personality here that has the Big Boy statue at their station. They are both BIG boys, one named Bubba (as you do in Alabama). You look so much younger in the 2019 picture June! And beautiful of course. And I love that old movie too. Except I never thought Clark Gable was that good looking. Give me Cary Grant any day!

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  22. I’m so glad that smiley dog was adopted. He’s a cutie! Also too, you get prettier as time goes on. No Big Boys in Sacramento.

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  23. Ours was Azars Big Boy. Now you’ve got me wondering if it was owned by the same Azar that is an ambulance-chasing lawyer who advertises on late-night tv.
    I wish 1999 were only a decade ago. You look gorgeous in both pictures.
    Lovely post, pretty June.

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  24. The Big Boy in East Lansing had something called a Hawaiian sandwich or some such. The ex always got the Big Boy with the drippy sauce and I always got the sweet and tangy Hawaiian. Enjoy that in any way you want.

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  25. No Big Boys in Frankfurt, Germany, or Norman, OK, or Ames, IA (youthful homes for me).

    However, Ames had the Maid-Rite, downtown, with the wraparound counter, home of the ‘Loose Meat Sandwich’ for all to enjoy. Yummy.

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  26. The Big Boy restaurant in my hometown (Sewickley, suburb of Pittsburgh) was called Eat’n’Park, which drove my grandmother to distraction because, as she always pointed out (apropos of nothing), it should have been called Park’n’Eat. Fun times. Our Big Boy had car hops.

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  27. I have never seen that movie. Maybe this year.

    You do look better with age!

    I went to college in South Bend and Big Boy was the late night spot. At least if memory serves. I also think some crazy college kids stole the Big Boy statue but then returned it. I could be making this up.

    Glad thst dog was adopted. So cute!

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    • I always wondered how the devil got in Ms. Jones. There was a famous “keep your marriage spicy” book in the sixties or seventies that advised women to greet their husbands at the door naked and wrapped in saran wrap. Just thinking about that has both completely disgusted and delighted me. Did your book feature any of the food wraps available in the 1970’s?

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    • Thanks. I really am.

      I have no idea if you’re talking to me or responding to another comment, as this is just showing up in my email. But there we have it.

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  28. In TN, it was just Shoney’s. But, they did have the Big Boy comics/activity book for kids to take. There was even a Big Boy Club you could join.

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  29. There used to be a Shoney’s Big Boy statue in the window of the Kress building downtown, until they turned it into the Civil Rights Museum.

    My mother took me to NYC and we went to the Automat just so I would have that experience. Too bad there are no more.

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  30. I worked at a Big Boy and still remember having to answer the phone “Marc’s Big Boy, home of the Big Boy” so you cant say Big Boy too much for me.

    BeeBelle

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  31. Why do you continually get better looking with age when you started out good looking as well?

    That is fabulous about the tutu girl. I love to hear that since I can’t drive down there and get her.

    Ours were just Big Boy here in PA, no one’s surname before it.

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  32. One of my favorite movies. And I loved, loved, loved Big Boy hamburgers. In my memory, they were a precursor to the Big Mac. I think ours was a Bob’s Big Boy. It will come as no surprise that the great passions of my life were boys named Bob; been married to one for over 40 years. He’s an average sized Bob.

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  33. It Happened One Night is one of my favorite movies and I always watch it when it is shown on TCM. Of course the driver who picked them up would have made me want to get right back out of his car with his non-stop singing.

    I’m so happy little Miss Tutu got adopted. I hope your medical news is just as perfect. Maybe you’ll have to wear a tutu to your next appointment for some good juju.

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  34. I think it’s Frisch’s Big Boy. Shoney’s was just Shoney’s (no Big Boy), right? We still have Shoney’s but there’s no Big Boy attached. Maybe it changed though.

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    • Now that you guys are saying this, there’s a literal Shoney’s Big Boy statue inexplicably on a floor of Greensboro’s tallest building, and if you look really hard you can see him up there.

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  35. I LOVE THAT MOVIE.

    There are no Big Boy restaurants, nor have there ever been, to my knowledge, in New York. Maybe up-upstate, but not in NYC or environs. However, we had automats. My mother used to take me to see the tree in Rockefeller Center every year and we would have lunch at an automat. Then she would take me to FAO Schwartz to choose a toy. (I still have the wooden Noah’s Ark toy and am still looking for the wooden apple picnic set.) (And I just realized I am as old as dirt since I am recalling WOODEN toys, FTLOG.) Sometimes we would go to the Christmas show at Radio City, or sometimes we would walk around and see all the decorated store windows.

    Dammit. Now I’m verklempt.

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    • The big event in Atlanta was the lighting of the big tree on top of Rich’s (department store) on Thanksgiving night. Rich’s had two big five-story buildings connected with four floors of glass bridges and the tree was on top of the bridges. Wonderful memories.

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  36. In Georgia those restaurants were known as Shoney’s Big Boy. They served breakfast 24 hours per day, and my boyfriend and I would go eat after the Friday night football games. They had the BEST strawberry pies, so delicious. Once the waitress gave us half a pie! I wish I was as fat now as I thought I was back then, with my 115 pound self!
    I personally like your now picture better-your hair looks AH-MAZING!

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