A scene from Never Never land graced the walls of Dad’s beauty salon on Ventura Blvd. Pink hair drivers and a bar in the back served up cocktails. The coke machine was always filled with coke when we were kids. A few pennies and we would take the filled bottles out back to the parking lot to shake them up; then we watched them explode. We were sticky, sweet and balls of laughter while we drank half a bottle down. Beautiful women and Jazz on the Telefunken radio silhouette my memories as I say goodbye to a building.
“Goodnight Sweet Prince” is all I can think to say of the sweet family business and days of innocent youth.