Frank King And California Girls

Brief warning – Habs story in second half of page if you’re looking for Habs story only.

We drove 11 hours yesterday, from Bellingham, Washington to Redding, California where I sit now in the early morning typing in the dark before we get ready to bomb down to San Francisco which is three hours away. The all-day drive yesterday was simply a journey of passing trucks, listening to some blues and Dylan CDs, and going until my bum got sore.

Being an old truck driver helps. I like to drive marathon miles, although I look like I’ve come off a three-day acid trip when the car is finally parked. Last year I drove almost 15 hours from Las Vegas to near the Washington border, only stopping for gas and chocolate bars.

Not once have I ever to tried to mislead you by saying I’m normal.

Redding’s a lovely place with a fine sports bar named Bleachers which just so happens to be across the street from our hotel, so we hurried over after checking in and the place was packed with northern Californians getting together to watch the Saints-Vikings football game. I had a couple of large-sized Stella Artois’ and watched carefully as the California guys combined the fine art of football-watching and girl-picking-upping.

Clint Eastwood lives part-time in Redding, and Merle Haggard also calls it home.

I should also mention that at the front desk of our hotel, I said to the two lovely young ladies that they were a couple of the famous California Girls the Beach Boys sang about and they said they’d never thought about that before and as I was signing in one of them played the song on her computer and we all laughed and off I went to the sound of “I wish they all could be California Girlllllls.”

But I certainly haven’t forgotten that this is a Habs blog and the reason you read it, so without anymore road trip delays, I present – this.

The newest addition to my almost 70 different Habs Bee Hives (1945-1964) is the one and only Frank King.

Frank played ten games in the NHL, all with Montreal during the 1950-51 season, and scored one goal.

This is a tough Bee Hive to find and Danno gave me the heads-up on this one on eBay which I bid on and won.  Thanks, Danno, I owe you several Stella Artois’. Maybe we can drink them together in Redding. Maybe Clint and Merle will join us!

5 thoughts on “Frank King And California Girls”

  1. Dennis – The wind in my face and a cold beer at my elbow, wait a minute, I’m still in work! It must be your fine prose that takes me away for a brief road trip! Thank you for sharing your travels with your loyal readers.

    Don’t ever stop your great tales. I love them!! 15-hour ride, my buns would be bruised.

  2. Dennis, I’m glad to hear you’re out there havin’ fun, in the warm California sun. Wish I was there…
    And I’m happy to see your Beehive collection is closer to being complete. I’ll keep an eye out for the few missing ones…
    Thanks for your kind words and the beer offer.
    You’re giving me good vibrations.
    Say “Hi” to Clint and Merle for me.

  3. As Frank King’s youngest daughter I’m offended by the comment I came upon from Derry. My father was always a gentleman first, which is more than I can say with respect to Mr. Derry. My Dad passed away in 2004. Lori Emanuels

  4. Lori, you’re absolutely right and I apologize on behave of reader Derry. I’m sorry this comment has offended and I will remove it at this time. I would like to say, though, that I feel Derry meant no harm here. He was just attempting a play on words.

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