A Photo Essayby Marc Petersen
I pulled off Monterey Highway yesterday to take some pictures of the Capri Restaurant I used to pass with my father on our way to see his older sister at her chicken ranch off Uvas Road in Morgan Hill. The Capri was always busy in those days. Its front windows were tall enough and wide enough to let you see everybody inside. All you had to do was take a quick look from your car. You could even see the waitresses taking orders and serving. The parking lot was asphalt. We’d go by, and I’d ask my father if we could stop there, for pie or something, and he’d tell me he didn’t think so.