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“The ultimate measure of man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”—Martin Luther King Jr. (via lifeisliterallylimited)
March 19, 1956: Old Pacific Electric red cars sit at Terminal Island junkyard, awaiting dismantling to become scrap metal.
After World War ll, the Pacific Electric Railway system was slowly dismantled — replaced by buses and freeways.
As reported in the March 19, 1956, Los Angeles Times, many of the cars were broken up for scrap:
A host of ghosts hovers over a monumental boneyard on Terminal Island in Los Angeles Harbor. There at the National Metal & Steel Corp. junkyard the hulks of hundreds of ancient streetcars are coming to rest at an acetylene torch-dissecting demons….
Currently some 200 old Pacific Electric red cars are piled three or four high in a mountain of rolling stock junk awaiting the searing knife flame of the torch.
The cars, most of which rolled to their doom on their own wheels down Harbor Belt Line tracks to the yard are stockpiled near the water’s edge. One at a time gantry cranes lift them down to the waiting men with torches and huge alligator-jawed cutting machines…
After being dismantled, the scrap metal was sold locally or shipped overseas. The recycling continued for several years, with a similar photo and story running in the Los Angeles Times Southern Communities Section on June 7, 1959.
The last rail line, Los Angeles to Long Beach, was closed on April 9, 1961.
Boy: Hon, paano kapag nalaman mo na may mahal na akong iba?
Girl: Wala lang.. Huhugutin ko lang ang throat mo at isasaksak sa baga mo, then dudukutin ko yung eyes mo at ipapakain sa mga aso natin. Tapos yung heart mo ibeblender ko with your other internal organs. Tapos yung sword of glory mo puputulin ko at isasabit sa door natin, then susunugin kita ng buhay and after that ipa-flush ko ang abo mo sa toilet. Bakit honey?
Boy: (lumunok) Ahh.. Wala, Curious lang! I love you hon, mwuuah! Dito lang ako lagi sa tabi mo.
PULIS: anong itsura ng nangrape sayo? VICTIM: Yellow po ung buhok, tapos nakatayo tas orange ang damit. PULIS: Naku Hepe mahihirapan tayo hulihin ang suspect nito. HEPE: At bakit? PULIS: Baka po kasi si SAN GOKU o kaya si NARUTO yan eh.
Forward lang sa e-mail ko ito. Kinabag ako katatawa dito lalo na dun sa reply ni Ate Charo kaya naisipan kong i-share. Enjoy!
Dear Ate Charo,
Thank you for considering this letter of mine. I’m writing about Ben. We’re in our twenties and both work in Makati. In fact, we used to be officemates. I’ve known him for almost two years and all the time, I’ve been in-love with him, although we are just friends and he has a girlfriend he intends to marry.
Ate Charo, I can’t help but fall in love with him. He’s perfect! He’s responsible, intelligent, resourceful, thoughtful, loving, sweet, caring, upright, kind, family-oriented, and a God-fearing individual. His good looks are just an added bonus. I can’t believe such a man still exists today and I will forever be thankful for his friendship.
It is a pain to be so in-love with him because he and his girlfriend are perfect for each other and are so happy being together. I don’t know if he’s aware of my feelings for him, but winning his heart, I think, is out of the question. His girlfriend is too precious for him. Losing her would truly hurt him, and I don’t want to see him in pain. I know, however, that a part of me wishes he would reciprocate my love, but he’s just too good for me. He deserves someone better, like the girl he has now.
Knowing he’s happy with her is enough consolation for me. I want his happiness even if it would mean my own despair. God knows how such I’m suffering. Writing this letter alone is already a torture. I’ve been trying very hard to forget him. I’ve done ways I know to free myself. Pero ang kulit talaga ng puso ko, ayaw sumunod. Ate Charo, I haven’t seen or talked with him for a long time and I thought his absence would somehow cool down the feeling, but it hasn’t. I don’t want to miss him, but I do miss him terribly. How can I forget him?
Whenever I see a place, a thing, or a situation, my mind automatically associates it with him. His memories occupy most of my waking and sleeping hours. His face pops into my mind in the middle of my lunch, when I’m talking with my friends, cleaning my house, or just doing something which has nothing to remind me of him. Odd, but true. I’m not bitter, Ate. I don’t blame myself, him, nor God for this situation. As a matter of fact, I’m thankful. Painfully odd as it is, this situation has made me the mature person I am now. But I can’t help ask myself why should someone fall for another when they are not meant for each other? Why Ate Charo? Why?
You know Ate, whenever I pray, I always ask God to help me let go of this love. I just want to feel the same way he feels for me… as a friend and nothing more. I know I can get through this because I believe that God wouldn’t give me something He knows I couldn’t handle. Someday I will be able to smile again without being hurt when I remember him. God has His reason for all of these and until I know the reasons, I want to hear words from you. Attached is my picture to show my sincerity and let you decide if am really not meant for his love.
Please Ate Charo, help me.
Punyeta kang bakla ka! Maganda pa sa iyo ang tsonggong puyat. Pinagod mo pa ako sa pagbasa ng letter mo! Ang landi mo!!! Makati ka pa sa gabing Bicol!
Tigilan mo na ang ilusyon mo, iha. Hindi mo kayang ibigay kay Ben ang kayang ibigay ng girlfriend niya, sa susunod na sumulat ka pa sa akin, ipapasagasa kita sa pison!!!