My fondest memory of my dad is on a Sunday cruise to his beloved Port of LA. He said he had to pee, NOW. So I pulled into one of the terminals where the Longies were just arriving at the job. He got off the car, pulled up his Frisco's, shoulders back, and head up, he walked to the restroom. He was strutting like a proud little rooster.
When he returned to the car, he had a great smile. He said thank you
–Eleanor "Chita" Mendoza
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