Double Exposure
Float on a Bed of Air with this State of the Art Mattress
Cloudy Downtown Day
Yuma is more than place to leave the baby’s dirty diaper.
As I danced around Home Depot dizzy with hunger and harboring that “got to go” urge, I rushed my P-Trap purchase and headed to Carl’s Jr.
Carl’s Jr. Yelp Reviews, Carl’s Jr. Google Reviews
Just around the corner from the Depot on 16th Street, the Restaurant bustled with San Diego Interstate 8 Independence Day traffic. I carefully and quickly opened the outdoor aluminum door handle using my fingernails to avoid burning my hand on the building placed under the scorching summer sun load. I scurried into the restroom to discover the 2 stalls and individual urinal taken. A man was waiting his turn while a father helped his young son wash his hands in the sink.
I did a 180 turn to exit as another father and son entered the facility. I chose to place my Hawaiian Teriyaki Burger order and quell my other urge. Charging the $2.75 sandwich on my Discover Card, I salivated imagining biting into the pineapple, teriyaki sauce and thick beef patty.
Handed a #84 plastic triangle, the Order Girl instructed me to place it on my table and wait for the meal’s delivery. I sat facing the bathrooms anticipating an opening. It seemed as if every 15 to 30 seconds another person would rush in from outside and head into the packed Water Closet. Then, disturbingly, a lady exited the Women’s Room precariously holding her baby. She told her friend there were no changing tables and she’d need to change the baby’s diaper on the “seat” as she headed toward a nearby restaurant seat.
I avoided looking in her direction, not wanting to see the dirty diaper details. I started wondering though; I wondered if she meant her car’s seat or possibly the toilet seat and hopefully wished she didn’t mean my neighboring seat. I fearfully breathed through my nose, not wanting to inhale unfiltered feces though my mouth; I dreadfully imagined the unpleasant whiffs that would waft my way. Thankfully, no unsavory aromas emitted.
My burger appeared before any let up of toilet traffic. I removed the foil colored outer wrapper to find another paper wrapper snugly holding the burger together. While the buns stuck out of each end of the paper I could clearly see 1 of my generous burger bites would land my teeth in paper territory. I removed the wrapper confident I could hold it together with my hands. I have 2 strict rules when eating a burger. 1) Never but the burger down. 2) Eat faster than gravity.
My first bite shifted the sandwich like the recent 7.2 magnitude Sierra El Mayor earthquake shifted our town 2 feet South. Out of the bottom of the bun, 2.5 inches of sprung loaded salad dressing covered lettuce slapped the palm of my hand. Furious to find the crisp lettuce on the bottom bun side, I analyzed the effects of inverting my grip. There is something I love about the texture of crisp watery lettuce hitting the roof of my mouth. Seeing the charbroiled Dole pineapple ring and teriyaki sauce on the top bun side encouraged me to leave the top side on top. I felt I couldn’t mix and enjoy their flavors with the burger while biting them from the bottom.
I opened the bottom of the bun to reposition the lettuce under the bread. The self inflating leaves exploded like a life raft popping open off of a sinking ship. This ship of a sandwich started falling apart faster than the Titanic. Suddenly I had an 8-inch circular lettuce saucer spreading more dressing on my hands, a burger heading one-way and a pineapple ring heading the other. Fed up with the mess, I attacked the outer lettuce perimeter and in a high speed spinning motion rotated and consumed the pineapple & burger at the rate of 9.8 meters/second².
With sticky sauce covered hands I elbowed the restroom door open. I wanted to rinse my hands off before handling my business, but chose to enter the stall before another excreting train of men began. Finally relieved of all urges, I washed up and exited the facility.
A restaurant patron held the inner door open as I left Carl’s Jr and wished, “I hope you enjoyed the visit!”. An employee held the outer outside door open, probably to save the entering patrons from burning their hands.
I noticed the line of cars at the Arco gas station were I figured many of the steady stream of restroom customers came.
The place was busy enough to create a backed up line of cars onto the 16th Street & I-8 bridge.
As I exited on Redondo Drive heading North it looked like I-8 construction backed the freeway up for miles into California and extending to Telegraph Pass.
Driving off, I pondered the reason lettuce needs to be on top of the burger. I figured the 2 thumbs aren’t able to stabilize the slippery saucy leaves as well 8 fingers.
Next time I order my Teriyaki burger with no cheese, I’ll also instruct Carl’s Jr. to “Put my lettuce on top!”
Well, on 10/15/2010 there was a next time. I’m happy to admit I manned-up and ordered my lettuce on top. The cashier lady (Dawn H) seemed a little confused but graciously rang up my “Special Request” at no charge $0.00.
I not only did I enjoyed the burger more, I felt fulfilled in setting out to do as promised.
As Daniel screamed around the Fun Factory Go-cart track, “Help, I’m going to die; don’t kill me, don’t kill me!, little did we realize the imminent death of the facility itself was closer than our own.
Go-cart Ride Video
I nailed a little girl in the rear and she squealed off toward the railing as we passed. As my wife reviewed the video event footage she commented on the “No Bumping” rule emblazoned on the cart’s fender.
When I stumbled and mumbled around how everyone from our Company’s night at the races did the same, she referred me to the NASCAR racing term of “Rubbing”. Following standard racing rules, I committed no bumping foul “because rubbing is racing” (otherwise known as “cus rubbin is racin”).
Before tooling around the Racing Course, Daniel and I baptized ourselves in the Bumper Boat waters. Nervous about winter water temperatures, I abandoned caution for near certain Wet T-Shirt nipple effects. I stowed the new Sony Cyber-shot HX5V/B Digital Camera in the Lincoln LS to insure its dry passage though the moistest of Fun Factory times.

Fun Factory Bumper Boats
Dowsed by waterfalls and soaked by squirt-gun cannons, we chased and bumped around the bay in gas powered round Norton Utility like looking yellow and blue buoy rafts.
Familiar with Yuma’s Historic Landmarks and Western old town feel, the mini-golf course and building décor captures the community with the cleverest of designs. Looking at the Water Tower building components shows how standard plumbing supplies can transform into a small town realistic looking facsimile.

Fun Factory Mini Golf Course
Clever design doesn’t always pay the bills and those I visited the Fun Factory with express sadness in its 12th April temporary closing announcement. I heard they employed 200 people that were notified Sunday night not to return.
The 2009 May opening provided Yuma with a needed shot in the arm, with an exciting entertainment spot and this April’s closing feels like a shot in the belly. On my first visit, I dreamed of owning the place and wondered how I could transfer some of its elements to my house.

Baptized by the Fun Factory Waters
I drove by the Fun Factory alongside the I-8 Interstate Freeway last night and the brilliant Fun Factory light still shown with its US and Arizona flags flying at full staff. Good luck to those in reviving it from financial woe; good luck to raising our spirits once again to join those high flying flags with a new reopening.
I walked around the neighborhood to take a couple more recent photos of the Ming’s properties.
Here’s my GM Desert Proving Ground – Yuma Weather Station
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Allen B. Ming - Director Commercial Club
“Another early large property owner was F. S. Ming. Ming came to Yuma from New Jersey in 1904 and quickly acquired a considerable amount of property in the Conservancy area. The Ming Apartments, at 502 S. Orange Avenue (Y.B013),and several other vacant lots were in his possession.

Ming Apartment - 502 S. Orange Ave
The Ming Apartments, built in 1920, is a stucco over wood frame structure with common Bungalow characteristics. It houses three families and sits on a corner lot at Orange and Fifth Street.
Frank Ming was proprietor of the Southern Pacific Hotel, and was famous for the slogan he adopted from the Pilot Knob Hotel: “free meals, every day the sun doesn’t shine.” Ming was also active in citrus farming and served as Mayor of Yuma in the 1920′s. He pursued an active social life, maintaining memberships in several fraternal organizations. Withe the aid of his brother, Allen B., he built the Del Ming Hotel at 300 Gila Street (Y.M011, National Register #Yu.106).
Arizona State Historic Property Inventory
Page 49
Property Name
A.B. Ming Residence
Location
468 Orange Avenue
City
Yuma
County
Yuma
Owner
Lillie T. Stevens
Owner’s Address
468 Orange Avenue
Yuma, AZ 85364
Form Completed by
Yuma County Historical Society
Address
240 Madison Avenue
Yuma, AZ 85364

468 S. Orange Ave., Yuma, Arizona - April 1978
P. Callahan, Date 4/1978 Yu139
View Front elevation from east
Present Use
Residence/Single Family
Acreage
less/acre
Style or Cultural Period
Bungaloid and Neo-Colonial influence
Significant Dates
Built 1906
Physical Description
The A.B. Ming Residence is a one-and-a-half story frame residence. Its massing is assymetrical and plan irrigular. Overall the building measures about 28 feet in width by 70 feet in depth. The roof consists of a large bellcast gable with an offset gable extension on the front facade. Roof and gable surfaces are covered with wood shingles; exterior walls are finished with clapboard. A porch follows the recessed configuration of the front facad. The principal entry is located off the south end of the porch. Special features of the building include a Palladian window, a corbeled chimney, and spindlework in the front screen door.
Statement of Significance
Built in 1906 by W.E. (Billy) Marvin, the huse at 468 Orange Avenue is significant both archetecturally and for its several distinguished owners. Marvin was a Rough Rider, County Supervisor, and real estate agent. He sold the property in 1908 to Fred Fleishman. The house remained with the Fleishman family until 1922 when it was purchaced as the home of Allen B. Ming. Mr Ming served for many years as County Assessor and was prominent in civic affairs. Architecturally the building combines formal characteristics of the Bungaloid and Neo-Colonial styles. The building retains most of its original character and is in excellent condition.
Verbal Boundary Description
Block 118; Lot 6; Yuma Townsite
Arizona State Historic Property Inventory
“Historic Building Form”
Identification
Survey Area Name: Century Heights Conservancy
Historic Name: Allen B. Ming Home
Address/Location: 468 S. Orange Ave.
City/Town: Yuma
Owner: Shinault, Raymond
Owner Address:468 S. Orange Ave., Yuma, Arizona 85364
Historic Use: Residence
Present Use: Residence
Building Type: House
Style: Bungalow
Construction Date: 1906
Architect/Builder: W.E. “Billy” Marvin
Integrity: Minor Alterations
Condition: Good
County: Yuma
Survey Site: Y.C003
USGS Quad: Yuma, AZ
T 8s R 23w S 21 / NW 1/4 of the SE 1/4
UTM
Description
Stories: 1 1/2
Dimensions: (l) 28 (w) 70
Structural Material: Wood Frame
Foundation Material: Unknown
Wall Sheathing: Clapboard with corner boards
Applied Ornament: None
Roof Type: Medium bell cast gable with..
Roof Sheathing: Wood Shingle
Eaves Treatment: Boxed cornice, rectangular wood palladian vent on right..
Windows: 1/1 DH, wood frame
Entry: Off-Center with wood screen door and panel wood door with single light
Porches: Open, with shed and gabled roofs with wood posts and no rail
Storefronts: Not Applicable
Notable Interior: Unknown
Outbuildings: Wood frame guest house with DH windows in good condition
Alterations: Side boarded window

468 S. Orange Ave., Yuma AZ - May 1986
Photograph: Linda Laird & Associates
Date: May, 1986
View: W, 3/4
Negative Number: R:L F:5
Additional Description/Analysis (annoted form): Eaves contd: sid pediment and enlongated diamond shaped fixed windows and wood shingles on central pediment.
Roof type contd: single interior chimney, and corbelled chimney.
Prom Occup contd: County Assessor, who with Frank Ming, built the Del Ming Hotel
Significance: Other (specifiy) Architecture
Historic Associations (be concise):
Prominent Occupant/Historic Associations: Marvin was a Rough Rider, County Supervisor, and real estate agent. He sold to Fred Fleishman in 1908, then sold to Ming.
Relationship to Local Development: Relates to elaborate residential development in Yuma
Cultural Affiliations: None
Engineering/Structural: None
District/Streetscape Contribution: Individually listed on the National Register
Discussion as Required: Contributes to the historic fabric of the block face. This building is stylistically similar to eastern shingle style houses of the same period.
Context: Residential Street
Bibliography/Sources: Phone directories: 1905 – 1923; Tax Assessors’s Rool: 1890 – 1954; Interviews with: Estelle Dingess, Rose Marie Sanguinetti Gwyn, Mary Lorona, George Snow; Doan, May G., I Woldn’t Trade Those Yesterdays; Westover, William H., A Biography of E. F. Sanguinetti; Winsor, Mulford, Unpublished monograph on Jose Marie Redondo; Yuma Chamber of Commerce, The Gate City of the Great Southwest; Yuma Chamber of Commerce, Yuma County Arizona; Newspapers; Arizona Sentinel, The Sun Yuma, Yuma Daily Examiner; City of Yuma building permits 1913-1935.
Listings in other Surveys: Yuma Multiple Resource Area Nomination (Yu.139) Listed
Surveyor: Linda Laird & Assoc.
Survey Date: June 1986
Date Form Completed: August 1986
I did my laundry today and before it was ready to hang on the clothes line, I noticed a brownish tint in the air and some howling.

Spread Eagle Shirt Flapping in the Breeze
Checking out the window I saw a vicious dust storm. The news reported 70 mph winds and recommended staying away from windows.
I was just worried I might get a little grit in my underwear if I hung it on the line. The other concern was having my unmentionables flying into the neighbors yard.
The security doors are banging, my electrical box is flapping in the breeze and branches are bouncing off the window.
The dust cleared up some, so I went to hang my darks on the line. It was still windy and I thought the clothes could easily launch in the air even after clipping them down. I felt more comfortable after the 2nd clip locked on place.
One of my red plastic clothes pin’s handles broke off. I’ve left the pins outside on the line and I guess the sun has both faded the red, white & blue colors (not so much the white) and degraded their strength. Perhaps I should bring them in when not in use. The spiders also like wrapping their webs around them.