To the editor: This was an exquisite tribute to 2 amusement piers that introduced individuals and good instances collectively (“A tale of two parks: One was a ‘poor boy’s Disneyland,’ the other had a Cobra Woman who was really a man,” July 4).
I reside within the former honky-tonk neighborhood that was as soon as dominated by Pacific Ocean Park and earlier variations of the pier that stretch again to the Nineties. Throughout World Conflict II, the ballrooms on the pier have been open 24 hours a day with large bands entertaining swing-shift protection staff from close by Douglas Plane.
Sadly in the present day, there is no such thing as a hint that the pier ever existed. Someone ought to construct a memorial there — to not battle, however to a spot the place individuals as soon as had fun.
Richard Orton, Ocean Park
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To the editor: I actually appreciated columnist Patt Morrison’s piece that talked about the Lengthy Seaside Pike. I grew up in Compton and, from about 12 years on, hitchhiked down Lengthy Seaside Boulevard with friends to the Pike, the place it was a strict ceremony of passage to trip the Cyclone Racer, ogle the harlots from afar, slum with the sailors and customarily get pleasure from being nuisances to simply about all people close to us.
By some means, none of us bought into hassle, as we have been all used to being out of the home all day by the age of 8 or 9 and fairly streetwise. As of now, I recall none of us having gone to jail or ending up within the streets, so I suppose my perception is that somewhat publicity to the seamy aspect of life as in comparison with the helicopter dad and mom of in the present day just isn’t essentially a nasty factor. Thanks for the recollections.
Dell Franklin, Cayucos
