You know you lived in Los Altos “in the day” when:

• You still get excited about the Pet Parade.

• You remember when the drive to Mountain View was through rural countryside and you went there with your parents on weekends to buy fruit from a roadside stand among fruit trees.

• You remember when they built the high school.

• You whispered about what must go on at Mac’s Tea Room.

• You went to Kirk’s for after-dance hamburgers.

• Your backyard still had remnants of an apricot orchard growing in it.

• You remember the old quad at LAHS, a simple rectangle with grass between the office and the cafeteria.

• You shopped at Kahn’s Pharmacy and Kay’s bookstore.

• You had to be able to tread water for 5 minutes before graduating.

• You earned spending money in high school slicing apricots onto drying racks for 35 cents an hour.

• You worked after school at Russell Houston, the Loom, Woolworths, Tarbell’s or Barbara’s Baby Store.

• The vending machines at LAHS sold only apples – red or green.

• You ate maple doughnuts at “brunch” (or avoided eating them).

• You stopped for a coke at Nelson’s Los Altos Pharmacy.

• You fondly remember Pink Horse Ranch, Dinah’s Shack and Ricky’s.

• You were not surprised when the Prom was held in the gym.

• You knew how wonderful a “Linda’s Parisian Burger” was.

• You took the train to San Francisco and back.

• You went for a date to Rudolfo’s Ristorante on El Camino or for a really special dinner to glamorous Omar Khayyam's in “the City.”

• You rode your bike down to Hal’s Record Den to spin a few 45’s.

• A movie at the Los Altos Theatre cost 35 cents.

• You spent some of your allowance at Clint’s Ice Cream Store.

• When you went to Santa Cruz, it didn’t take all day to get there!

• You knew that Los Altos used to be called “Gopher-Ville” by San Franciscans. And you knew not to call it “Frisco.”

• You still have fond memories of the great Class of 1962!

I remember most of those things.  Very nice.

Thanks, Mike, I too remember most of these things--Pat Montana and I took the train to SF to shop.  My Aunt took me to eat at Omar Khayam's and I remember meeting George Mardikian (sp?) who owned it and hearing his story of coming to this country as a dish washer and working his way up to owning the restaurant (the American Dream!).  I still use a metal ice cream scoop that I bought at Clint's for 79¢.  I remember Pat and I sat through Auntie Mame twice in a row and seeing a couple of guys from school there.  Does anyone remember the great pizza they had at Cara's? or Big Al's for that matter!?!

Ginni