I had put in just about three months work at that little Indian restaurant before it met its end. Sometimes I’d walk past the establishment and see the sign still up on their window. It was a bittersweet experience after all.
In conclusion of the Department of Labor’s investigation, Jack and Bill were made to pay me an amount equivalent to that of lost back wages and I soon received a payment cheque in kind retroactive to my hire date.
I continued to work the breakfast and lunch shifts, Monday through Friday at the hoppin’ Italian joint on Market close by to the sea and still pulling in a very decent wage.
I continued also to reside at Lalit’s hotel until about the beginning of May. The time had come that I required a little more living space and so after a fond farewell to my first-ever landlord and first American residence, I moved my digs about 3 blocks up Jones towards Turk Street.
Now I would pay a rental rate of $2.50 per night; yes I was still in a hotel but hey, it was spacious and I even had my own private bathroom now. How ‘bout that!
I didn’t want to go too far away from the main bus line of Market Street; getting to work without freezing on the wide open street that Market is was indeed priority and yes, I did invest in a very warm coat.
I stayed on with the Italian restaurant about another 6 months. One time I remember asking for a couple of extra days off; a Friday and a Monday so that I would have a long weekend to go off on an adventure with a couple of friends. Thankfully this was not a problem for them; I was a loyal and good member of the crew after all.
The three of us took a drive south down the 101 to Los Angeles for a limited but leisurely weekend, stopping along the way to enjoy whatever caught our fancy. This would include scenery to be amazed by and filling of the car’s gas tank or ours. Gasoline was about .25 cents per gallon at this time. Remember the days of ethyl?
When we finally reached downtown Los Angeles, we were able to get a very nice hotel room. Though it was costly between the 3 of us sharing it was easily affordable. Wish I would remember the name of that place.
We drove what we thought was all over, taking in the sights of the city of Los Angeles herself, dipping into Koreatown and Chinatown, though by no means would it compare in scale to San Francisco’s -we just had to know- and then off into Hollywood we went.
Speaking for myself it was a fun weekend, exploring a completely new part of the state and I’m beginning to feel as though California would become my indefinite home.
I noticed the sunshine here in southern California felt just a bit different … warmer at least to me. We also drove into Santa Monica and then visited the beach. Of course we indulged in the usual beach food, hot dogs and what not.
Back in the city of Los Angeles, the memorable meal of this weekend had to be at a cafeteria where we ate one of our meals in but again I’m not recalling a name. It sticks in my mind however as an establishment serving very tasty food.