Paging St. Anthony -

dirtnap13 has broken radio silence on LJ and is posting wherever zie thinks someone could have seen or heard.

This is zir's father. And he's gone missing.

My father left Thursday 7/9/09 morning @ 7:45am to go to a job and never made it to the job. The job called the person who booked him the job and said that he never showed up.

He left from the Van Nuys area. Major cross streets Woodman & Victory. His destination was to be in Hollywood at the Gower Studios at Sunset & Gower.

He was driving a white 1993 Geo Metro. License plate: CA 3GPJ453. My father is the type of person that is right to the point so he would have just taken the most obvious route. Victory to the 170 to the 101 to Gower. But at this point who knows. He is also the type of person that wouldn't really go somewhere with out telling someone. Its like he just disappeared into thin air.

Name: Robert Korda
Age: 69 Height: 5'5"
He is in good health

Image: http://www.batsday.net/bobkorda.jpg

Any info would be great since we are at a total loss. We have contacted all the hospitals and police stations and there has been no one with his description at all. This is why I am now going to cyberspace since it seems that normal channels are not helping.

Any info can be emailed to findrobertk@aol.com

As much as I would love emails that say Im sorry for your loss, please do not send this kind of emails to the email account or to this post. Thank you for this your understanding.

Any info that can help would be greatly appreciated. My family is a mess right now and we dont know what else to do. You can repost this to other groups if you need to.

Thank you.

Noah Korda

Gower Gulch. NOT a nice part of town.

Keep your eyes peeled, and tell your friends.

Over twenty four hours, guys. Something is definitely not right with the picture.

Paging St. Anthony -

dirtnap13 has broken radio silence on LJ and is posting wherever zie thinks someone could have seen or heard.

This is zir's father. And he's gone missing.

My father left Thursday 7/9/09 morning @ 7:45am to go to a job and never made it to the job. The job called the person who booked him the job and said that he never showed up.

He left from the Van Nuys area. Major cross streets Woodman & Victory. His destination was to be in Hollywood at the Gower Studios at Sunset & Gower.

He was driving a white 1993 Geo Metro. License plate: CA 3GPJ453. My father is the type of person that is right to the point so he would have just taken the most obvious route. Victory to the 170 to the 101 to Gower. But at this point who knows. He is also the type of person that wouldn't really go somewhere with out telling someone. Its like he just disappeared into thin air.

Name: Robert Korda
Age: 69 Height: 5'5"
He is in good health

Image: http://www.batsday.net/bobkorda.jpg

Any info would be great since we are at a total loss. We have contacted all the hospitals and police stations and there has been no one with his description at all. This is why I am now going to cyberspace since it seems that normal channels are not helping.

Any info can be emailed to findrobertk@aol.com

As much as I would love emails that say Im sorry for your loss, please do not send this kind of emails to the email account or to this post. Thank you for this your understanding.

Any info that can help would be greatly appreciated. My family is a mess right now and we dont know what else to do. You can repost this to other groups if you need to.

Thank you.

Noah Korda

Gower Gulch. NOT a nice part of town.

Keep your eyes peeled, and tell your friends.

Over twenty four hours, guys. Something is definitely not right with the picture.

Paging St. Anthony -

dirtnap13 has broken radio silence on LJ and is posting wherever zie thinks someone could have seen or heard.

This is zir's father. And he's gone missing.

My father left Thursday 7/9/09 morning @ 7:45am to go to a job and never made it to the job. The job called the person who booked him the job and said that he never showed up.

He left from the Van Nuys area. Major cross streets Woodman & Victory. His destination was to be in Hollywood at the Gower Studios at Sunset & Gower.

He was driving a white 1993 Geo Metro. License plate: CA 3GPJ453. My father is the type of person that is right to the point so he would have just taken the most obvious route. Victory to the 170 to the 101 to Gower. But at this point who knows. He is also the type of person that wouldn't really go somewhere with out telling someone. Its like he just disappeared into thin air.

Name: Robert Korda
Age: 69 Height: 5'5"
He is in good health

Image: http://www.batsday.net/bobkorda.jpg

Any info would be great since we are at a total loss. We have contacted all the hospitals and police stations and there has been no one with his description at all. This is why I am now going to cyberspace since it seems that normal channels are not helping.

Any info can be emailed to findrobertk@aol.com

As much as I would love emails that say Im sorry for your loss, please do not send this kind of emails to the email account or to this post. Thank you for this your understanding.

Any info that can help would be greatly appreciated. My family is a mess right now and we dont know what else to do. You can repost this to other groups if you need to.

Thank you.

Noah Korda

Gower Gulch. NOT a nice part of town.

Keep your eyes peeled, and tell your friends.

Over twenty four hours, guys. Something is definitely not right with the picture.

I remember this now -

Back when I first left home in 1980, I moved into the cutest little apartment in San Bernardino for $165 a month, and went to school over at San Bernardino Valley College. (Ska? Last time I drove past, the place had been boarded up ala crack house bust. AMUSING.)

Driving my pride a joy, a 1966 Ford Falcon fondly dubbed 'Chewie.'

Driving it home one day, I hit a dip too hard and tossed the battery into the fan. Yes, the way it was put together, you could do that. (Clamps? Not so much.)

Opening the hood to see what happened, I got a facefull of battery acid, aerosoled.

Not enough to kill me. But damn if I wasn't compromised enough to spend a week recovering from it.

Fatigue. Oh damn, I'd forgotten. It's like being at 10,000 ft.

That's what it's like - with a side order of 'you'd better pay attention this time or else' to go with it.

And still coughing up a bit of stuff - fortunately, the blood has petered out.

I stay on my feet well - the kick now is to get OFF my feet and stay off for a week. If I can.

In other news, we're getting on better at home - and looking back, I can see where assumptions went awry, expectations were misplaced and my personal favorite right now is 'you won't know what kind of kid you have - you won't and don't be surprised/broken by it.' There's some serious facepalming going on here - as well prepared as we were, I truly think I let some 'attachment specialists' talk me into doing some things and assume others that didn't help anyone. I'm good - if I do this again, I'll be better - but boy, I may have some apologizing to do (and likely, we'll laugh about it) when the kid gets old enough to discuss it from an academic point of view.

Right now, he doesn't want to leave his swim trunks and water shoes at school - they HAVE to come home at night. This is a kid ready for swimming lessons, methinks. Now, if Mom could just get well enough to 1) shop for a new suit and 2) take him to lessons.

Today, I've suggested sprinkler action in the yard. This was met with much anticipation before I left for work. Sunday? One can only hope - I'm really concerned about how well we're going to do. Me? Watching television about the level I can handle. Kid? UH.

I remember this now -

Back when I first left home in 1980, I moved into the cutest little apartment in San Bernardino for $165 a month, and went to school over at San Bernardino Valley College. (Ska? Last time I drove past, the place had been boarded up ala crack house bust. AMUSING.)

Driving my pride a joy, a 1966 Ford Falcon fondly dubbed 'Chewie.'

Driving it home one day, I hit a dip too hard and tossed the battery into the fan. Yes, the way it was put together, you could do that. (Clamps? Not so much.)

Opening the hood to see what happened, I got a facefull of battery acid, aerosoled.

Not enough to kill me. But damn if I wasn't compromised enough to spend a week recovering from it.

Fatigue. Oh damn, I'd forgotten. It's like being at 10,000 ft.

That's what it's like - with a side order of 'you'd better pay attention this time or else' to go with it.

And still coughing up a bit of stuff - fortunately, the blood has petered out.

I stay on my feet well - the kick now is to get OFF my feet and stay off for a week. If I can.

In other news, we're getting on better at home - and looking back, I can see where assumptions went awry, expectations were misplaced and my personal favorite right now is 'you won't know what kind of kid you have - you won't and don't be surprised/broken by it.' There's some serious facepalming going on here - as well prepared as we were, I truly think I let some 'attachment specialists' talk me into doing some things and assume others that didn't help anyone. I'm good - if I do this again, I'll be better - but boy, I may have some apologizing to do (and likely, we'll laugh about it) when the kid gets old enough to discuss it from an academic point of view.

Right now, he doesn't want to leave his swim trunks and water shoes at school - they HAVE to come home at night. This is a kid ready for swimming lessons, methinks. Now, if Mom could just get well enough to 1) shop for a new suit and 2) take him to lessons.

Today, I've suggested sprinkler action in the yard. This was met with much anticipation before I left for work. Sunday? One can only hope - I'm really concerned about how well we're going to do. Me? Watching television about the level I can handle. Kid? UH.

I remember this now -

Back when I first left home in 1980, I moved into the cutest little apartment in San Bernardino for $165 a month, and went to school over at San Bernardino Valley College. (Ska? Last time I drove past, the place had been boarded up ala crack house bust. AMUSING.)

Driving my pride a joy, a 1966 Ford Falcon fondly dubbed 'Chewie.'

Driving it home one day, I hit a dip too hard and tossed the battery into the fan. Yes, the way it was put together, you could do that. (Clamps? Not so much.)

Opening the hood to see what happened, I got a facefull of battery acid, aerosoled.

Not enough to kill me. But damn if I wasn't compromised enough to spend a week recovering from it.

Fatigue. Oh damn, I'd forgotten. It's like being at 10,000 ft.

That's what it's like - with a side order of 'you'd better pay attention this time or else' to go with it.

And still coughing up a bit of stuff - fortunately, the blood has petered out.

I stay on my feet well - the kick now is to get OFF my feet and stay off for a week. If I can.

In other news, we're getting on better at home - and looking back, I can see where assumptions went awry, expectations were misplaced and my personal favorite right now is 'you won't know what kind of kid you have - you won't and don't be surprised/broken by it.' There's some serious facepalming going on here - as well prepared as we were, I truly think I let some 'attachment specialists' talk me into doing some things and assume others that didn't help anyone. I'm good - if I do this again, I'll be better - but boy, I may have some apologizing to do (and likely, we'll laugh about it) when the kid gets old enough to discuss it from an academic point of view.

Right now, he doesn't want to leave his swim trunks and water shoes at school - they HAVE to come home at night. This is a kid ready for swimming lessons, methinks. Now, if Mom could just get well enough to 1) shop for a new suit and 2) take him to lessons.

Today, I've suggested sprinkler action in the yard. This was met with much anticipation before I left for work. Sunday? One can only hope - I'm really concerned about how well we're going to do. Me? Watching television about the level I can handle. Kid? UH.