Bobby,
No, I don't remember the ex-highway patrolman that used to sell us
beer out the back door on the corner of 48th st and Baseline, was
it called Circle D?
Tommy
his name was George and i believe he was a retired Tx trooper. lived in a trailor next to circle D. We used to borrow( steal, Liberate) Tommy's mother's car(Lois) and go buy beer at Circle D. A Tempe coming of age rite for underage High Schoolers.
Dick Richard Baker used to sell to us through the Drive Thru Window at the Liquor Store on 8th st and priest. Hi Louie! You didn't have to travel as far as we did, good for you. I believe he price at that time for a case was 5.00 for a case of bud, how times have changed.
Bobby,
No, I don't remember the ex-highway patrolman that used to sell us
beer out the back door on the corner of 48th st and Baseline, was
it called Circle D?
Tommy Yeah, Like Scott said for coming up underage highschool kids, we enjoyed some of the best times ever, now days for all we were able to get away with, we would be counting time at Maricopa jail. We were all just hormonal, clean fun, except Scott. You and Scott were the radical supremacy, but it was the cool thing to do.
Hamms and all the regular beers. It took Budweiser years later to create the addicting stuff. ''Bud Light''.
I do not drink Bud Light anymore. I just quit drinking Beer one day and decided my Heart was more important. But socially I still do. It sure hits me a lot harder Socially. Like in October {:
OMG.......The Circle 'D'!!!! How could I forget buying beer for the first time. Ditched school that day, went to Cabyon Lake and.........the rest you know.
Louie
I have the best story about Circe D. One evening when Scott, Bobby and I
were buying beer from George, A phoenix cop came screaming into the parking
lot, lights flashing, I told Bobby to toss the beer back over the fence, he missed!
Hit the top of the fence, bounced back into the the lot, Scott and I started
kicking tall coors cans under cars! We had a guardian angel, the cop must
have had a more important call cause he backed up and went screaming down
the street, or he started laughing so hard he soiled his pants. Good thing
the old farm was just down the street cause I soiled my too!!!!!!!!
Tommy
Louie
I have the best story about Circe D. One evening when Scott, Bobby and I
were buying beer from George, A phoenix cop came screaming into the parking
lot, lights flashing, I told Bobby to toss the beer back over the fence, he missed!
Hit the top of the fence, bounced back into the the lot, Scott and I started
kicking tall coors cans under cars! We had a guardian angel, the cop must
have had a more important call cause he backed up and went screaming down
the street, or he started laughing so hard he soiled his pants. Good thing
the old farm was just down the street cause I soiled my too!!!!!!!!
Tommy
As a veteran police officer my guess is that the Phoenix copper was there to get a quart of beer to make it through the rest of the shift. Your guardian angel was there were witnesses at the wrong place and time.
Louie,
Put your glasses on! On 6/17/2009/12:22 AM I replied to Hicks an stated
48th and Baseline, Ok, it wasn't directly on the corner, just a little west.
I will try to find a pink shirt,if you'll do it .
Tommy
Was it on the south side of the street at the crest of the hill?
Phyllis.
Circle D was 50 yards, twenty seven feet, and 4 inches west of
48th street, on the south side of baseline in Phoenix az, 85040.
What Hill? South mountain was directly south. Be sure and tell Louie
Tommy
Here's a real memory test for some of you: Who used to live on that chunk of property on the SE corner of 48th & Baseline? Anyone who went to Gilliland remember Larry O'Hanlon? His family had a small . . . farmette there in the early sixties. Little did they know that their cute, quaint-corner mom 'n pop fresh eggs business would one day blossom into a liquor store.
Louie,
I've looked at the pictures on this site many times,they're great!
Thanks for the complement about my girls, I sometimes wonder if I'm
actually the father, Carolyn swears she never cheated on me.
That picture of you looks like you're aged much better than I have,
you lucky dog!!! Hicks still looks fairly young, just a little heaver.
Tommy
Anybody else wondering what Phyllis was doing along with you guys at the Circle D, buying under age liquor? You were so coy, Phyllis, and it clear the guys kept your secret.
Louis, I too miss the threads that had #40 offerings in one day that everyone could participate in.
Diane,
It's funny to think of me with them buying beer!!! Never happened, unfortunately. I just remember there used to be a big tavern/dance hall kind of place where they had a live county band on the weekends. I stopped in there once because I had to pee! I saw a lot of places because I had to stop and pee, as a matter of fact. And I never knew the name of this place. So that's why I asked. This place was at the rise on Baseline, south side. Anybody know about this place?
Tommy,
Every time you write about anybody it's a compliment, so don't worry!
I know you think you're being funny...! And your humor brought a laugh from me.
Actually, Pat Willoughby thought a good idea for a book would be to drive across the U.S. and visit every drive-in movie theater and then organize a book around it. If she'd done it, it would be a collector's item now. The drive-ins are mostly history. She had some clever title in mind.
I know how it sounds to most of you when I talk about a book about Tempe, but I've been giving it some further thought. I'm going to write an introduction, as this should give a clear idea what I have in mind. I'll post it here and see what feedback I get. However, there will be no mention of where anybody went pee in the book.
Phyllis, sorry if my joking around bothered you. You can take the boy out of high school, but you can't take high school out of the boy . . . or maybe my humor was more at the jr. high level? Wrote it at the end of a long day which included our neighbors getting their house painted diarrhea brown -- am NOT kidding -- it's awful. 'Course the neighbor next to them painted hers a dark, dark, dark grey, then mounted a black gargoyle next to the garage door -- in theme with the snake tattoo that runs all the way up her leg. This is, afterall, Seattle.
Coupla things. I don't see anything at all crazy about a Tempe book. Go for it! Include me as the antagonist. Second, I've looked for Patty Willoughby three or four times, but always deadend. If anyone has a lead, let me know. She was always funny.
I wasn't offended by your comments. I just hope nobody was offended by my admission about why I went into the place on Baseline Rd.
Pat Willoughby and I became friends during our jr. year and after high school, she went to college in Batavia, N.Y. Once back here, our friendship picked up as though there hadn't been a 4 year interruption. We remained close until 1982. Since that time, both her parents have died. I went to both their funerals; she wouldn't attend either one, citing grief. Her sister Sandra lives in either North or South Carolina and has told me that Pat doesn't want to be found. Too bad... she had a great wit and was clever with words and ideas far beyond her years.
I dashed off an introduction last night and will attach it here. It's a rough, though, so I'm certainly open to suggestion.
Glad you liked my 1st effort. You're an artist, aren't you? Do you do any mechanical art? Or know how to use the computer to do this? I was thinking of putting together a page or 2 and using ourselves as the samples. I also want help with mapping Tempe. Surely there's something online we can use. We can crop map sections, or individual streets or areas, such as Daley Park. I know there's quite a few of us who lived around Daley Park - Gail, Denise, Vicki, Peter and probably a few I don't know about. Their house locations can be on a page with their stories in back of it. That's what I was thinking, anyway.
There's a publishing company called Arcadia Publishing here in the Valley who publishes books like this. Once we get far enough along, I can contact them.
