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Price Club

Every town has colorful stories to tell. San Diego has more than it’s share. It was a great place to grow up in the 60s and 70s.

When my family moved to San Diego in 1969, I remember shopping at a large department store called Fedmart. Fedmart was a membership discount store. Members were government employees that paid two dollars annually for a family membership.

If I remember correctly, at that time there was a Fedmart store on Balboa Avenue east of Genessee. There was another store off Rosecrans Street. The founder of this membership operation was a local San Diego attorney and businessman, Sol Price. He started the business in the 1950s and grew it to a $350 million, 40-store business 21 years later.

In 1975, German retailer Hugo Mann, bought two-thirds of the company. Less than a year later, they fired Sol Price. I have vague recollections of this happening. I remember the news (or maybe it was a newspaper) stating that Sol Price had a new plan and would bring Fedmart to its knees. He was 60 years old and starting over.

His plan wasn’t really all that different from the Fedmart business model. He bought a large warehouse in a low-rent location. He stocked it with thousands of items, not the tens of thousands found in large department stores. It was the original big box store. He negotiated quantity discounts from wholesalers on the items he stocked. He didn’t advertise and he kept his expenses low.

His new operation was a membership discount store. Members paid a small annual fee to join and benefited from Price’s ability to buy in bulk at low cost. The new store was called Price Club. The first store to open was at 4605 Morena Boulevard, only a couple of miles away from my home. It was converted from a corrugated steel manufacturing plant once owned by Howard Hughes.

This concept worked and Price Club grew quickly. Sol Price paid his employees well and demanded excellent service from them. The stores were always crowded, but the lines at checkout moved quickly. Within seven years, Fedmart was out of business.

By 1992, Price Club had 94 locations and revenue over $6.5 billion.

Sam Walton, founder of Walmart and Sam’s Club said, “I guess I’ve stolen – I actually prefer the word ‘borrowed’ – as many ideas from Sol Price as from anybody else in the business.”

In 1993 Price Club, merged with rival Costco. For a short time, it was known as PriceCostco, and then, in 1997, it became Costco Wholesale Corporation. The store is still there on Morena Boulevard, near Jutland Drive. Now it’s known as Costco Warehouse #401.

Sol Price died December 14, 2009 in his La Jolla home. He was 93 years old and a well-regarded philanthropist.

Today, I think I’ll go to Costco #401 and replenish our coffee supply with a couple of boxes of K-cups for our Keurig brewing system.

 

Family and Friends

Being able to spend time with family and friends over the holidays is such a treat. One of the great benefits of a nomadic way of life is the ability to live where we want, when we want.

We enjoyed Thanksgiving at Donna’s sister, Sheila’s house. The plan was for me to take my daughter, Shauna’s car up to Sun City to pick up my step-dad, Ken. Plans always have a way of changing. Ken called me first thing Thursday morning and told me he picked up some kind of bug and was sick. He didn’t want to come to a house full of people and possibly infect others. He assured us that he would be fine.

When I told Shauna she didn’t need to drop her car off, she told me she realized her roommate, Brittany didn’t have family in the area and had nowhere to go. I told her to bring Brittany along. We would go to Sheila’s around 1pm. Shauna and Brittany are attending law school at Cal Western. They have finals coming up, so they used the extra time Thursday morning to study.

Brittany on the left, Shauna on the right

Two beautiful law students, Brittany on the left, Shauna on the right

We arrived at Sheila’s house a little after 1pm. Donna’s other sister, Linda and her husband Tom where there. They flew in from Vermont the night before. Tom and I watched football while the girls sat outside. Sheila’s son, Connor provided entertainment for the girls. He’s nine years old and into James Bond. He was dressed for the part.

Connor practicing archery in his California James Bond outfit (check the footwear)

Connor practicing archery in his California James Bond outfit (check the footwear)

We snacked, talked and watched the game. The smoked trout pate Donna made was outstanding. Sheila’s friend, Dr. Jeff Sandler joined us. Dinner was planned for some time after 4pm. Again, plans have a way of changing. The turkey wasn’t cooperating – it took much longer  than anticipated to cook.

Later, Sheila’s friend Ann joined us. She brought the potatoes. We had two tables set up to seat 10 people. Dinner was served around 7:30pm. We took turns stating what we are thankful for and enjoyed the meal. As usual, we all stuffed ourselves.

Shauna, Brittany and Donna at the front table

Shauna, Brittany and Donna at the front table

Connor, Donna, Sheila and Jeff

Connor, Donna, Sheila and Jeff

Yesterday, as predicted, we had a change in the weather. I knew it was coming by the ache in my right shoulder. I had surgery for a fractured glenoid and torn labrum in my right shoulder years ago after an accident. The orthopedic surgeon told me I would be a weather man – an ache in my shoulder means a front is approaching. The day was overcast and dreary with occasional showers. It didn’t rain hard though. The thermometer was stuck at 64 degrees.

Linda and Tom

Linda and Tom

Donna rented a car from Enterprise for the weekend. She took me to the Embarcadero where I met Tom, Linda and Connor at the Midway Museum. I wrote about the Midway before. It’s a a navy aircraft carrier built in 1945. It was used in Vietnam. Pilots from the Midway shot down the first Russian MIG fighter plane there in 1965. They also shot down the last MIG of that conflict in 1973. It was operational through 1992 and served in the Persian Gulf during Operation Desert Storm. In 1992, it was decommissioned in San Diego.

Today, it serves as a naval museum. The carrier is 1,001 feet long and 258 feet wide. It carried a crew of 4,500 sailors. We spent three hours walking through the hangar deck and down through the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th decks which are referred to as a city at sea. The logistics of caring for 4,500 people working at sea are staggering. I gained respect for the work the sailors perform.

We finished up our tour on the flight deck. We dodged a shower or two and walked the length of the deck. They had various airplanes from different eras on display. I had to take a picture of an A4 Skyhawk. I worked on an A4 squadron in the Marines in 1975.

A4 Skyhawk

A4 Skyhawk

Flightdeck

Flight deck

The island on the deck

The island on the deck

The area called the island on the flight deck houses the bridge, ready room, captain and admirals quarters.

From the flight deck, I saw an active aircraft carrier across San Diego Bay at the North Island Navy base. It was the Nimitz class nuclear powered CVN 76, Ronald Reagan.

Aircraft carrier Ronald Reagan

Aircraft carrier Ronald Reagan

Three hours of walking up and down steps and ladders was enough for us, although we only saw about half of the museum. As large as the Midway was, it was dwarfed by a cruise ship docked at the pier to the north. This cruise ship was called Golden Princess.

Cruise ship Golden Princess

Cruise ship Golden Princess

Late last night, Donna’s brother, Mark and his wife, Miriam, flew into San Diego. They are returning to Philadelphia from a vacation in Hawaii and will spend a few days here. Today, we’ll all get together on Coronado Island for lunch. Tomorrow, Mark, Tom and I will go to the San Diego Chargers versus Cincinnati Bengals game.

 

 

 

Project of the Day

After I posted to the blog yesterday, Donna and I went for a bike ride. We did a lap on Fiesta Island then rode past Sea World and Dana Landing. We completed the loop by following the Bay Walk around Mission Bay back to the RV park. By the time we finished our ride, it was time for lunch.

After lunch, my project for the day was painting the floor of our new cargo trailer. The trailer floor is coated on the outside, underneath the trailer. I like to seal the floor on the inside. It makes the floor more durable and doesn’t allow spilled liquids to soak in and weaken the plywood. For this project I bought Glidden Porch and Floor paint, a paint brush and a cheap roller with tray.

I started by sweeping the trailer and cleaning the floor.

Bare floor

Bare floor

Then I masked areas I didn’t want to paint with blue painter’s tape. This took about an hour.

Masked with blue painters tape

Masked with blue painter’s tape

I used a paint brush to work around the edges and any areas that would hard to reach with a roller. Then I used the roller to complete the job.

The paint looks darker than life in this photo

The wet paint looks more blue than gray in this photo.

I was surprised at how well the Glidden Porch and Floor paint covered the plywood. When I painted the floor of our last trailer, I used a Valspar paint. The plywood soaked up so much of that paint, I needed two gallons to complete the job. The Glidden paint covered so well that I was able to apply two coats of paint with only one gallon!

Jon done!

Job done!

I bought two gallons of the paint, anticipating a similar result as the last time. I’ll return one gallon to Walmart – $25 bonus!

The entire job took about two and a half hours. Most of the time I was either sitting and leaning forward as I taped or used the paint brush or I was standing, bending down to use the roller on the floor. By the time I was finished, I could hardly straighten up. I had pretty bad lower back pain for the rest of the day.

Donna prepared Baja style blackened tilapia fish tacos for dinner. The were so good, I imagined I was down in San Felipe.

Baja style fish tacos

Baja style fish tacos

I told Donna about the time my friend Jimbo and I rode our bicycles from Mexicali to San Felipe. San Felipe is a little fishing village on the east side of Baja California on the Gulf of California. We made the 120 mile ride and were famished. We each ate half a dozen fish tacos and washed them down with an equal number of beers. This was back when the dollar was king and the peso de-valued. I think our bill came out to couple of bucks each.

This morning I still have a backache. I think I’ll take it easy today.