Spirit of the World From: Dave Ijams
Date: Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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JOBS WE HELD IN HIGH SCHOOL


Good call Karen.

Well, I had a really good job working for Don Kaplan's father in Pacoima making jet engine parts, but I don't want to talk about that.

I want to talk about my stint at Commerce Pharmacy.

I worked with Stuart Koval, Alicia Jacobsen, and, no doubt, more of you.

Deliveries were the pay off for the long hours opening cartons and stocking shelves.

Thank goodness the store delivery car, a gutless wonder, was usually in the repair shop and we had Barbara and Florence Goldberg's dad's loaner to abuse.

It was a black '48 Chevvy fastback and it would, without fail, attain rubber in second. You would be surprised how many cars wouldn't, certainly not my parent's '52 Dodge Fluid Drive. I more than made up for it when we got a '57 Chev 265. I left the road backwards at speed in Tujunga Canyon showing my out-of-town friend "how to road race". Keep in mind, my absolute hero was Fangio.

Of course friends of Jordan and Chickie's would report us and we would get a mild reprimand.

My demise came when an emergency delivery necessitated that I use the Smith's brand new '57 Plymouth.

I gassed it up going down Tujunga Canyon Blvd and much too late to do anything about it, realized that the car I was passing at over 70 was Chickie herself on another delivery.

Jordan cried when he fired me the next day, I was like,"Don't throw me in the briar patch".

I knew I was cut out for bigger and better things, like buying a thrashed out 200cc Villiers racing motorcycle and proceeding to work on it all week, every week, and never finishing a race for one whole year.

I broke my neck on it five months after I got it, so at least, I got my money's worth out of it.

"Wealljams"