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. banne4 says:

    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. Anonymous says:

    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. Anonymous says:

    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. Kymberly says:

    In Ohio it was Bob’s Big Boy.

    Mid – December is ridiculous.

    You look fantastic ten years later.

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  5. L. in CA says:

    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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  6. L. in CA says:

    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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  7. Megsie says:

    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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  8. melon5 says:

    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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  9. melon54 says:

    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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  10. Lisajay99 says:

    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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  11. Another Unruly-Haired Person says:

    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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  12. Karen in NTX says:

    Kip’s Big Boy in Fort Worth

    Love that smiley dog!

    I’ll carry on with you until mid-December

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  13. Texas Kari says:

    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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    1. June says:

      I had totally forgotten that. I remember my father saying, “Kips. KIPS.” like it was weird. (He lived in Dallas for ages.)

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      1. Texas Kari says:

        I’m from further south than Dallas, so Ol’ Kip must have had a stronghold in Texas.

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  14. Worker Bee says:

    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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  15. There was a Big Boy in Port Clinton, OH but I don’t know what kind. We had an Eat n Park here too, but I didn’t realize it was part of the Big Boy legacy. It’s out of business now.

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  16. yetanotherkelly says:

    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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  17. Dancer says:

    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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  18. Rosa says:

    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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    1. June says:

      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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  19. cheech1000 says:

    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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  20. amarabray says:

    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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  21. Linda...The Aussie One says:

    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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  22. The Poet says:

    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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    1. June says:

      That is a magnificent idea, says June, who has no person to open the book with and also her bladder is constantly full so it’d probably not be all that fun RN anyway.

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      1. Anonymous says:

        I think Shoney’s was in Nashville, Poet, and Marc’s Big Boy was in Iowa. Maybe.

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        1. The poet says:

          I think you’re right

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  23. Just Paula H&B says:

    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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  24. bamacarol says:

    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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  25. Vic says:

    Frisch’s Big Boy of Cincinnati, Ohio.
    Lovely post, Guadalupe June.

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  26. Jeanie Herkomer says:

    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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  27. Linda in CO says:

    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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  28. 1madgirl says:

    Those pictures of you are priceless. They’re wonderful! They made me laugh because they are so June.

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  29. 1madgirl says:

    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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    1. June says:

      I’ve been to that Big Boy!!

      >

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      1. 1madgirl says:

        Think of me when you go meet your relatives in Owosso.

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  30. Carol in Mpls says:

    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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  31. Anonymous says:

    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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    1. June says:

      Oh my god she’s RIGHT

      >

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      1. Another Karen, but from the Lou says:

        Maybe they meant it to be like an eat in park, but Park ‘N Eat definitely makes more sense.

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  32. Arli says:

    You can read all about the Big Boy restaurants here:
    https://blog.retroplanet.com/big-boy-restaurants-get-started/

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  33. 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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  34. June says:

    How is it no one wants more info on the depressing 1970s marital aid book?

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    1. Maryanne says:

      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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  35. Love, Jimmie says:

    Cute then, cute now.

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    1. June says:

      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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  36. Anonymous says:

    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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    1. June says:

      I WAS A MEMBER OF THE BIG BOY CLUB. I’d forgotten!

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  37. Barbara says:

    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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    1. June says:

      It’s still in that building, just higher up!

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  38. Anonymous says:

    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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    1. June says:

      No, they did NOT make you say that. Oh my god that would irk.

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  39. Door Color Expert Andrea says:

    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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  40. Letty says:

    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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    1. June says:

      You should totally call him that from now on. Men love to be called average-sized.

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  41. Lori in Texas says:

    You look frickin’ gorgeous in the 2019 photo.

    The end.

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  42. Mrs Gumby says:

    I’m so happy that cute d-o-g found a home!! She is adorable!

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  43. Sadie says:

    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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  44. I Can’t Ever Remember My Handle says:

    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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  45. Tee says:

    Shoney’s Big Boy in College Park, GA, which was THE place to go during high school.
    Tee

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    1. June says:

      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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  46. Just Paula H&B says:

    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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    1. June says:

      God, that’s all so New York. We’d go downtown to look at Saginaw department store Christmas windows. I remember being cold AF. Probably after we went to Big Boy.

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    2. teesmithii says:

      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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      1. June says:

        Ooo, that sounds pretty.

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  47. Kim says:

    Ours was named Tops Big Boy. Curious.

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    1. June says:

      Hunh. I wonder if there’s a Bottoms Big Boy.

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  48. Faithful Reader Tammy in Atlanta says:

    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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    1. June says:

      SHONEY’S. Yes. I know that name too. I similarly liked the strawberry pie.

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      1. Leanne In Greenville NC says:

        Ours was Shoney’s too.

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    2. teesmithii says:

      YES! The strawberry pie was delicious!!! I agree June’s 2019 self is better than 1999.

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    3. Anonymous says:

      Hot Fudge Cake!

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    4. melon54 says:

      I forgot about the strawberry pies! They had great milk shakes and a sandwich know as a Swiss Boy. I once accidently poured onion ring mix into the shake machine! Waitressing while still a little drunk was fun!!

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  49. Linda from Jamestown says:

    I didn’t even blink when you said 10 years ago was 1999. Where is the time going?!?!?!

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    1. Nicole says:

      Wow, I just realized that is 20 years ago. So I guess you’re not the only one. Oy.

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  50. Mel says:

    Frisch’s Big Boy in Dayton, Ohio

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    1. Worker Bee says:

      Yes! Coming here to say it was Frisch’s Big Boy in Indiana!

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  51. Jennifer says:

    Fuddrucker’s?

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    1. June says:

      No. It was a Big Boy but the name before it started with F.

      >

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      1. Anonymous says:

        Darn. I thought I might have the magical answer.

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  52. ~annie says:

    Milhouse would also dearly love shades with the O you use to pull them down.

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      1. Francie says:

        I have some Os. I ordered them online. I couldn’t reach to the top of my shades to pull them down. Get some for Milhouse.

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