Comments on: Trailer in Flames, Southern California, 1956

By: blinkyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

blinkyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 19:50:33 +0000

Wheres the marshmellows?

By: Diane

Diane — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 23:27:40 +0000

Too bad for the accident.
But I wish I was back in 1956.

The young people don’t know what they missed!

By: LindaSue

LindaSue — Wed, 31 May 2006 02:23:20 +0000

So, Charles, if you start in LA and go up to SF, then east to Panama City, it’ll be just a short hop down to Tampa, FL where you’ll be appropriately adored (we have WDW close by, you know, and nobody here thinks Disneyland can hold a candle). You can HOLD THAT CANDLE and make them all weep with longing for SoCal. Please come!

By: Thomas

Thomas — Wed, 31 May 2006 01:14:35 +0000

Mobile meth labs are all the rage these days. These people were ahead of their times.

By: carol

carol — Tue, 30 May 2006 04:36:49 +0000

That’s very sad!!!

By: DavidinBerkeley

DavidinBerkeley — Fri, 26 May 2006 23:32:42 +0000

Please come to the SF Bay Area someday, Mr. Phoenix, to do your show. Pleasepleaseplease.

By: jeannie

jeannie — Fri, 26 May 2006 20:19:05 +0000

Trailer slideshow!#$?!! Plleeeeeeeze come to Panama City FL! And bring Miss Sharon with you! Hipgnosis album cover. jwc

By: Francis J. Trivet

Francis J. Trivet — Fri, 26 May 2006 18:55:48 +0000

Charles has unearthed evidence of the long forgotten first portable meth lab. It was the handiwork of a trailblazing maverick who paved the way for generations of amateur chemists throughout the Southland.

By: Ben

Ben — Fri, 26 May 2006 18:35:22 +0000

like Zach says above… so very David Lynch. This brings back a memory I have not thought about for quite some time. Before I moved to California in ’96, I used to commute between my school here in Pasadena and my home in Boulder, Co. I must have driven my 1977 CJ7 the 917 mile trip over 20 times (who says jeeps are not reliable). On one such faitful trip, I had been crossing the lonely high plateau through the I-70 stretch of Utah. I had not seen another vehicle for over an hour, due to my favorite pasttime of burning the midnight oil on the highway. It was probably close to 3 am, when up ahead, in the pitch black night, I began to notice a bit of an orange glow. I did not have a direct view of the highway since I was approaching a bend in the road. As I came closer, I began to feel my heart race as I imagined the worst possible scenario that I was about to behold. As I made the curve, I slowed, the orange glow now bright enough to turn my lights off, and suddenly, there it was, on old ’70s Dodge van, completely engulfed in flames, with a small family of four and a dog, standing in shock and awe as their priced gas-guzzler became their only source of light and heat. I’ll never forget how long we waited for the state patrol (before the wide use of cell phones ya know) and no one really said a word. I felt so helpless, and yet so mesmerized as we watched the shoebox van begin to cave in from the heat. I had never seen anything like it. It was only later, after I left, that the patrol man’s words rang in my ears, “People, get back, that gas tank could blow!”, because we all know, there is nothing like getting close to something engulfed in flames.

By: Sassy Lu

Sassy Lu — Fri, 26 May 2006 18:27:05 +0000

Weenies and smores, anyone?????