Sunday, October 20, 2019

Corn Chip Wars

Corn Chip Wars

  • Misson White corn Tortilla Strips
  • Smart & Final ( Mission brand strips repackaged for Smart & Final)
I used to think the two brands listed above were good until I tried the rest of the brands on this page. What a difference.

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  • On The Border Cantina Thins  Tortilla Chips. At Walmart.

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  • Rosalinda Restaurant Style White Corn Tortilla Strips. At your local Hispanic foods market.
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  • 505 Southwestern Stone Ground White Corn Tortilla Chips. 13 oz . Found these at Ralph's.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Twitchell Lake, NY

Someone on the internet reached out and asked me about how I thought Twitchell Lake, NY got its name and I said I would research it. This is that research. In summary, a twitchell is a place between two bodies of water linking them together. Or it was named after a family who settled in the area. Pick whichever story you link to think is the correct one.

Twitchell Lake Research

  1. Excerpts from: “A History of the Adirondacks” by Donaldson, Alfred Lee, 1866-1923. Page 88-89, Chapter XIII “John Brown’s Tract”.

John Brown of Providence, R.I., was born in 1736. He was a great-grandson of Chad Brown, the famous preacher and surveyor, who joined the colony at Providence soon after its settlement by Roger Williams.
His father was James Brown, who married Miss Hope Power, the daughter of another old Providence family. The father died not very long after, and left the widow with a family of six young children to bring up. There has been six boys and one girl, but one of the boys died in childhood and another only lived to be twenty-one. The four (boys) that grew to manhood - Nicholas, Joseph, John and Moses - became leading and distinguished citizens in their State.
Their business training was looked after by their uncle Obadiah Brown, their father’s younger brother, and they all made the most of their opportunities. They and other Baptists founded Rhode Island College in 1764. It was originally located in Warren, ten miles from Providence, but later, in 1770, as a result of lands and funds furnished by the Browns, it was removed to its present site. In 1804, in recognition of the increasing benefactions of various members of the Brown family, the name of the college was changed to Brown University. Nicholas (not the brother but the nephew of John) is said to have given the institution no less than $160,000-a large amount for those days. John laid the cornerstone of the first permanent building on the new site - the present University Hall - and was treasurer of the college for many years.

John Brown’s Tract contains 210,000 acres, and lies east of Watson’s West Triangle and the Brantingham Tract. A Straight narrow strip of it, containing 40,000 acres, is in Lewis County; a triangular peak, containing 3,000 acres, runs into Hamilton County; the remaining 167,000 acres are in Herkimer County, and the tract, according to Mr. Charles E. Snyder, Esq, the lawyer who was used by Dr. Webb when buying the land, comprises one sixth of the total area of that county.

  1. From: “ A history of Lewis County, in the State of New York; from the beginning of its settlement to the present time by Hough Franklin Benjamin, 1822-1885, first published in 1860 in Albany by Munsell & Rowland. 
“Denmark”; page 84.
Jesse Blodget was the first settler in Denmark village and arrived with his family in the Spring of 1800. The first male child
“Denmark”; page 85.
In the spring of 1801, the Nathan Mungers (father and son), millwrights, having had their attention called to the Black river country, came down the river and followed up the Deer river to half a mile above the falls where they selected a site for mills, and in that season finished a saw mill and got it in operation. The Proprietors to encourage the enterprise gave them the water proveiege from the High falls up over two miles. In 1803, they got a small grist mill with one run of burr stones in operation, in time to grind the first wheat raised in town as soon as it was in condition for use. The mill stood directly below the upper saw mill in Copenhagen Village, and it’s viciny gradually receiving a number of mechanics acquired the name of Munger’s Mills. 

The first store was opened at this place by Urial Twitchell and the first inn on the hill south, was kept by Andrew Mills. A beaver meadow, now a broad and beautiful intervale just above the village, afforded the first hay used in the settlement.

  1. From: ”State of New York Forest, Fish and Game Commission…” List of Lands in the Forest Preserve Purchased 1866 - 1909”; pages 56-57.

Date of Conveyance Dec. 1 1897, certificate number 51, Grantor: Wm Seward Webb and Nehasane Park Association. Herkimer County, John Brown’s Tract, Township 8. 244 acres.

  1. From: “Annual report of the Forest Commission of the State of New York” by New York (State) Forest Commission, 1885; pages 165-166.

The Nehasane Park Association.
This organization now holds title to the larger portion of the Adirondack lands purchased by Dr. William Seward Webb, of New York. Its lands are located in Township 8, John Brown’s Tract, and in Townships 37 (* not including the land in Township 37 north of the railroad), 38, 41, and 43, and triangle north of 38 in the Totten and Crossfield Purchase, all in the northern part of Herkimer and Hamilton Counties. The number of acres owned is about 112,000; no land is leased.
The officers are: President, Henry L. Sprague, 15 Broad Street, New York; treasurer, William L. Carden, 51 East Forty-fourth Street, New York; secretary, Charles H. Burnett, 51 East Forty-fourth Street, New York.
The same persons constitute the board of directors.
The association is capitalized at $400,000, divided into 4,000 shares of $100 each; and its membership, at present, is limited to the officers and directors named, and Dr. William Seward Webb. It’s objectives are, substantially, to preserve and cultivate the forest; protect and propagate its game and fish; and to develop and better generally the Adirondacks as a resort for sportsmen and tourists, as well as to preserve, beautify, and improve its streams, lakes and ponds.
Contracts have been made for the removal of the soft or floatable timber (down to the proper diameter limit) on about 30,000 acres of these lands, principally in the Township *; but no timber in Township 8 has been sold around Twitchell Lake, or on the shores of the Fulton Chain. No effort to utilize the hard woods on these tracts has been made.

Page 365-366.
Richard Crago J. J. Rose
T.J. Rose J. H. Higby
William Dart H. D. Grost
Garrett Riggs Cyrus Wood
Milo Ball William Ball
Robert Roberts.
P.O. Address: Big Moose, Herkimer, Co., N.Y.

  1. Routes and rates for summer tours … 1888 by Rome, Watertown and Ogdensburg Railroad Company; page 51.

Twitchell Lake (2 x ¾), is an interesting body of water, beautified by several islands and islets, and encircled by densely wooded heights. This and Wood’s Lake are especially sequestered, and their solitudes are seldom invaded except by the trapper and adventurous sportsman. The scenery around then is very attractive, and but for the difficulty of reaching them with boats, they would soon become favorite haunts, as game and fish are very plentiful. Both are tributary to Twitchell Creek, a stream entering the Beaver a few rods east of Stillwater.
Hiram Burke (P.O. Lowville), the very efficient guide, has erected a substantial hunting lodge on the north shore of Twitchell Lake, where sportsmen are entertained and furnished with the best fare that the forest affords. When desired, he will conduct his gusts (no better woodsman than he) to the various choice sporting grounds which lie in the neighborhood.

  1. State of New York, First Annual Report of the New York State Conservation Commission 1911, Volume I, Divisions of Lands and Forests and Fish and Game, printed in 1912. “Examination of Waters”; page 207-209.

In accordance with a request of Commissioner Austin, I went to Twitchell Lake, three miles from Big Moose, in Herkimer county, on October 21, 1910, and remained until the night of October 23rd for the  purpose of reporting on the character of the lake and the question of screening it’s outlet.
A number of property owners around Twitchell Lake, resident and nonresident, wished to place a screen at the outlet, to prevent the rainbow trout from escaping into Twitchell Creek. A thorough examination of the lake, it’s small tributaries and the outlet led to the opinion that no screen should be introduced. It would be against the general policy of the Commission to permit such obstruction in the stream; and iot would not accomplish the object desired by the petitioners as well as the better policy of stocking the streams and lakes tributary to Twitchell Lake, and the reduction of the few rock obstructions which now interfere with the free ascent of trout through the upper waters of Twitchenn Creek into the lake. The rapids in the first one-eighth mile of the course of Twitchell Creek could easily be overcome by means of an inexpensive fishway to supplement the natural fish ladder which now appears almost complete in the creek. A few sticks of dynamite, properly used, in the rock bed would remove the obstructions to such degree as to make it possible for trout to go up into the lake.
From personal observation and from information obtained from residents Twitchell Lake, at present, contains nothing but brook trout, lake trout, and chubs, the chub is the common horned dace, or fallfish, Semotilus atromaculatus. This fish appears to be starved, probably because it has increased in numbers too rapid for the natural food supply. The troup feed upon this fish. The black nosed dace is said to live in this lake also; but we were unable to find it.
Twitchell creek is about twelve miles long, and it flows into Beaver river. Twitchell Lake is of glacial origin, and lies at the elevation of 2,050 feet. It contains a few species of water plants, relatives to the water lilies, also a plant resembling eel grass and a bushy species which is sell adapted for the shelter of young trout and the natural food of trout. The water is clear and cold and is well stocked with insects and crayfish. The comparatively shallow depth of water, about forty feet at the maximum, is unfavorable to the prosperity of the lake trout, although there are some fish if that species in the lake. There is no reason why the lake should not support a larger number of brook trout and rainbow trout.
The shores of the lake include few beaches, and the bottom is hard and covered with pebbles and boulders of various sizes. There are a few large glacial boulders in the lake and the headwaters of Twitchell Creek exhibit a great jumble of immense boulders and rock ledges.
In order to improve the fishing it would be best to increase the stock in the lake itself and to plant rainbow trout in Oswego ponds, Lilypad pon, Little Birch pond, all of which empty into Twitchell Lake, and in several small streams flowing into the head of the lake. This restocking with brook trout and rainbow trout will no doubt accomplish the object of the petitioners better than the introduction of a screen. …

Yours Truly, W.M. Dick.

Saturday, July 13, 2019

2019 so far...

2019 is not going down in history as one of the happier times in my life. In actuality, this getting old business is for the birds.

Two cracked ribs, a bashed knee, and a knuckle laceration. These sound like the result of a prizefighting boxing match or some shit, but no, it's what happened to me just this year in everyday life. The ribs I cracked myself over two different occasions. The left one on SuperBowl Sunday reaching for something over the arm of my couch. The right one at work reaching over the side of a large blue wheeled trash bin when some nameless clerk from the prior shift left trash in the recycle bin instead of cardboard only. It says "cardboard only" posted right on the side of the bin! And I took it upon myself to remove the offending mailers tossed in. The laceration happened at work through the fault of a well-meaning clerk just trying to help but instead, the Acco fastener sliced through the knuckle on my right thumb and it wouldn't stop bleeding. That happened about 10 days before my vacation. Oh, and then there was the time when I overpacked for my vacation and on the way home I fell onto the marble floor at Regan Airport before my flight. Not fun. My left knee was a mess and still, I can't quite function as it did before. I'm hoping time will take care of it, but really feeling older than I ever have before, it leaves me thinking how much time do I really have left on this miserable planet and what else can go wrong?

I think the rest of the year I really need to focus on self-preservation and paring down. It's amazing all of the stuff we accumulate that is useful for a period, but we can't let go of even when it's not being used anymore. When things get retained in your life because they are attached to memories instead of people, that's when life gets ugly. And I'm glad I don't have this problem, but look, I had to clear out both of my parent's abodes after the died so it allows me the following perspective:

How big will the pile of stuff be that you allowed yourself to live with on the day your mortal soul passes onto its next plane of existence? And what kind of financial and/or legal turmoil will you leave behind for "loved ones" to deal with?

Friday, June 21, 2019

Jeff Lynne's ELO at Honda Center, Anaheim, California 06/20/2019

Jeff Lynne's ELO at Honda Center, Anaheim, California 06/20/2019. The setlist seemed very 2017, but a bit shorter. See:

"Standing in the Rain" was an unexpected opening song for me until I reviewed the setlist for 2017, but the visuals were so stunning, no one seemed disappointed.

It's too bad we can't say the same thing for the visuals for "Livin' Thing" which looked like a poorly lit aquarium set-up placed upon a spinning lazy susan.

Audience participation was limited to clapping from time to time and many didn't at all when encouraged to do so. I could have sworn they were singing though.

Jeff is still so shy, there were no announcements for the songs and little talking. He had his musical director introduce the "band".

Dhani Harrison was invited on stage to help sing "Handle with Care" with Jeff and the band and the crowd roared when George Harrison and Tom Petty appeared on the montage.

The one song so out of place in the set was "Wild West Hero". It was never on US radio. They should have switched it to something else. To like "Birmingham Blues" or "Joker".

Two songs had lasers all over the place and again, visually stunning. I bet the fact that ELO was one of the first to use lasers in their concerts was a fact lost to many who saw the show.

Photo by: @oliver_halfin

Sunday, May 12, 2019

The day before Mother's Day...

The day before Mother's Day I decided it was a nice enough day outside to do some spring cleaning work on the patio.

All of this winter's rain brought weeds that were once bird seed and the potted plants (French lavender, rosemary, heirloom tomato) and sage all died except for the cactus. The chinka cherry tomato reseeded itself into a planting box where it has never been before and that turned into weedy looking bush that I think I've cut down at least three times since December.

Tomatoes being nightshade have reseeded in one of the older bed sites. I'm going to try and move it after I get some new potting soil tomorrow.

But after a dinner of tilapia and jasmine rice, and as I'm watching "Dead to Me" and "Wine Country" on Netflix while perusing Facebook, my cousin sends me this text on messenger that she's got stage 4 pancreas and intestinal cancer and that she's moving back home to live with her brother. And the first thing that runs through my mind is our family doesn't have cancer and it's gotta be the italian side of her family. So sad. Someone at work died of stomach cancer.

Death of my friends and family is going to come faster now that I'm turning 53. The first one was an accidental death of two former co-workers along the 55 freeway the last time I went on vacation. I went to the funeral, but couldn't bring myself to speak. Next weekend, there is another for a woman that worked in another department, but her husband works for me.

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

May 6th, 2019 Day Dreaming

I woke up from a 30-minute power nap and in that between space between sleeping and being fully awake, I saw something in my minds eye. I saw a group of people, teenagers, kids, young adults, mulling about in an office space and they were all wearing these black winter coats with hoods and with a little black rectangle patch on the arm that said 360(degree symbol). And I kept looking around to this group asking, "Do you speak English?" and "Do you know English?" There was one large, tall man in a blue or black business jacket standing, hovering over them with kinda short curly black hair a small mustache and a flat football player looking face, little expression. Maybe he was Security and standing by the double doors? And then I said, " You need to go to the mall."

I have no idea where this dream came from other than the fact that I've been looking for another job on the website and one of the security guards told me to apply to an office that is no where near where I currently live.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

Christ, January is almost over...Happy 2019

I had to work on December 31st, so last year's New Year's Eve was a non-event. The closest I got to a celebratory mood was saying to my staff "Happy New Year" as we all exited the building at 11:30PM. I worked so hard in January that when MLK Day rolled around, I didn't even recognize it as a day I got off work for a hot minute.

I bought rocks for painting and a new rosemary plant to replace the last one that I had for years. I'm going to plant that in the one medium planter/pot and the other with basil. Or maybe I'll move the onions into a pot this year. Last year's cherry tomato self-seeded and I currently have a hedge of chinka cherry tomatoes. It's spectacular. Best this plant has ever looked.

I decided this Spring is the time to go get my mortgage refi in order. I need to get the place all spiffy before the appraiser gets here. So I'm doing things like completing the LVP floor project for the two closets that I didn't do. FINALLY painting my bathroom. Throwing away the broken cheap ass mirror over the sofa and putting up a more stylish one I found at Target with a shelf. Have to paint the living room and the kitchen. All of this so I can get a chunk of the equity out of my home to get two windows, two patio sliders installed, maybe a new kitchen and bath remodels and pay off some bills. But because we've lived here since 1999, it's a cluttered mess. Not packrat, hoarder type piles, just little piles of stuff that need to go be donated, better organized if it's going to stay or put away.

The idea to get all this stuff done in a reasonable amount of time for this professed procrastinator is a simple one. I know I'll be financially in a better place and I'm using the following to keep me on track and motivated each day:

> Clean one thing;
> Fix one thing;
> Put away or organize one thing; and
> Donate one thing I don't need or want anymore.

Stephen's closet took 3 days for the floor during the week and yesterday, I went to Home Depot and bought the baseboard moulding. After I made my purchase, and with the molding in my hands on the way to the car. some random guy was laughing at me in the parking lot about getting that moulding home. Umm, yeah, 9 ft of moulding fits in my car with the back passenger seat down, thankyouverymuch. That's why I cut it that length. Jerk.

The fig tree that once seemed like a miracle when it popped up growing in my #1 raised planter box is now a nuisance. Between Winter, the rain and the wind, it looks like shit and from what I read it takes a year to get figs from it if the birds and rats don't get them first. At one point I saw two on there, but that was months ago and I didn't attend to the fruit to keep it for myself I mean atleast grow it because I can't eat seeds anymore. So really what's the point of keeping the fig tree, right? So I'm planning on cutting it down and/or digging it out.

Sunday, December 2, 2018

Bye Bye November, Hello December!

There are three-four things I used to look forward to in November. Two holidays where I had the day off of work, my dad's birthday and black Friday.

Under the government contract I work for, I don't get Veteran's Day as a Federal holiday? Who screwed up that one? Not me. The building was closed and I had to either work at home or mark off one of my vacation days to get paid. I chose the later.

Thanksgiving was so weird this year. It was the first year in which my son was the one working in the day and I was working at night. And because of that, our schedules weren't synced up and when I got up the next day after working until midnight, I was hungry for breakfast at 10AM. So I made ham and eggs. And then I started cooking the Thanksgiving meal soon after so it was done at around 2PM. Neither I nor my son was hungry at that time, so I packed it up to be placed in the refrigerator. We grazed on Thanksgiving foodstuffs for about 4 days until it was all gone.

I had to work on black Friday and I wasn't really in the shopping mood. If there is actually a shopping mood. Whatever that's supposed to feel like. But still, I know that it is gift giving season so I need to buy something for someone.

At work, we organized two at Halloween and another right before Thanksgiving. The first one I ate some Vietnamese food and it did a number on my guts so I was running to the restroom for nearly half of the shift. I don't know if it was because it was greasy food, or just ingredients that my guys just don't digest any more or the fact that it sat out for hours before we ate. Maybe it was a combination of the three, but anyways, I felt horrible after that, so when Thanksgiving time rolled around and them the team were asking was it O.K. with me to have a potluck again, I was like yeah, it's OK, but it's too much food for me right before Thanksgiving, so you guys go ahead and I'll just eat my dinner (whatever I brought that day. I've been eating fruit for dinner because that's what I can tolerate.... like banana or orange or peach. Apples anymore are too fibrous.)

I had a somewhat strange conversation with my manager on Thursday. You see, each day I'm getting feedback to relay to the team and I'm supposed to be tracking all of it on a spreadsheet so we agreed on Thursday, but then she told me with the volume of work going through the team the number of problems is expected. But it just makes me feel bad that we are having any at all and I told her it felt like, "What now?" and a stab in the heart when she does it. Because maybe I expect more of myself and the team. But anyway, she asked me if I had any questions, and I said we get all these emails asking for help finding stuff and I don't know where to go or even start to look so I feel like the "dots are not connecting". And then she tells me that the first shift supervisors she leans on hard which is kinda baffling to me because the manager has been there for over 10 years and the supervisor has been there for just 5. So what is really going on here and how is it that a clerk turned supervisor gets all these knowledge and not the manager? Blah Blah Blah work, right? Anyway, I'm supposed to have yet another scheduled training session with the first shift supervisor for a week this time to see if I can get the dots that I'm missing. But now I'm thinking that if I'm missing this training, that they didn't follow through with the last training plan, that maybe I should be putting the trainer on notice instead. Otherwise, my relationship with the first shift supervisor might deteriorate.

And now it's December. So I went on Facebook this weekend, the first weekend of December to find out that The Alley is closing. And it's not an unexpected closing, because the pattern of what was happening with the store, but it's sad. The two generation family that ran it once, is retiring, so it's going away. The last store is in Indio or Palms Springs. And it made me thought of the fact that when I went to their store when the closest one to me as in Rancho Cucamonga, I picked up a business card while I was making a purchase. And I had that business card in a pile of other business cards in one of the desk drawers where I have my computer stationed. So I pulled out the pile of cards and went through them because it was OK that I threw away the card to The Alley because that was a store that was going out of business. I actually threw a bunch of them away until I came to one from Peer Development.

I acquired that business card from a guy I dated briefly in 2005? His life was in flux after a divorce, I remember mine was in flux, but don't remember the event other than I thought it was around the same time when my dad died. I googled his name from time to time thinking he died because the excuse he gave me to get out of our relationship was that his lung cancer metastasized and he was selling his house and moving after a nasty divorce, blah blah blah his drama. But I remember years later he calls up at home and I said I thought you were dead, and he asks me about a 3-some out of the blue says his receptionist is a fat slob and doesn't look as good as me. What? Yeah, that's men in a nutshell right there. Women want substance and to be taken care of and to get a feeling of security and men want good looks and somewhere in the process time, aging and the lack of motivation and energy fucks that all up. And at that time I told him to lose my number and never call me again. So yeah, I find his business card and I googled his name and low and behold he didn't die (so was his cancer story all a lie?). It seems he may have burned his bridge in the commercial restaurant remodeling biz, as well as mine, and moved on to people's homes and did a crap ass job of that because there are these reports online that people want to sue him for the lack of quality in the jobs that were performed. I had to laugh because he never did any of the work himself. He had a group of Mexicans working for him for cash probably, I don't know for sure. They painted his home before it was sold and rented back to him. Years later, I remember seeing that someone was shot dead at the same address he used to live at. And I'm thinking that place had bad karma - juju. It just always felt cold and never homey. Maybe that was just the bad energy left over from his divorce in the house. So do I want to track this guy down? No, not in the least seeing all the stuff written about him after I gave him up for dead but isn't it interesting to see the wormhole you can go down just by one doing inquiry on the internet from finding an old business card.

You know the good thing about December, besides Christmas and New Years Day? December 21st or there abouts is the Winter Equinox. The day with the shortest daylight. It only gets brighter longer from there, baby. It's the upswing for spring and summer. And that day is almost exciting to me as Christmas. 19 dark days and counting.

Saturday, October 20, 2018

It's October already?

I haven't been blogging much because I've been busy with work and home. As it should be.

I was hired as a temp for this agency to work on their incoming mail which is a huge project they have each year and then transition into being a supervisor on the file room team once that project has ended.

So I was offered a job and 10/01 was my conversion date. YEAH! More on that later.

But in the middle of it all, in August, there were some fires in the mountains between OC and Lake Elsinore and was notified that my (what would have been my) mother-in-law was laid up in the hospital because she has these attacks where she can't breathe due to COPD. It's 2018, and I think that COPD is an umbrella term for a host of breathing problems these days, but after smoking cigarettes for umpteen years, she has what is traditionally known as emphysema.

So her youngest son reaches out to me. It sounds like he's dealing with the fire himself because it lives in one of the nearby canyons and his new job. So I get to the hospital and assess that she cannot go back home because it's so smoky, so I tell her she's coming to my house. And I sleep on the couch for 2 weeks. It was an adjustment having one extra person with an accouterment of medical equipment that had to be considered before we even talk about the regular stuff that we take on a trip.

So as much as she desired to do stuff while she was here, should really couldn't other than eat, sleep, cook and one shopping trip or doctor's appointment, which my son took her and to pick-up her new prescriptions. I took her to Sprouts and the farmer's market ( she didn't get out of the car).

And then it's August and it's hot. Well, not hot to me and Stephen because we are used to living in 80 degrees but put a fat elderly woman with an oxygen machine on 24 hours a day in a smaller unfamiliar space and she wants it cooler. So we adjust the fans, but it's not enough. so I find a used a/c unit in Orange and snag that puppy for a great price and pop it into the wall. And then I'm seeing it's missing the shroud and grille. So I have to find and buy those online. It'a taken me this long to get the a/c unit properly installed and insulated, but it's in and now I'm doing the trim on the outside. The area infront of the a/c unit on the floor is littered with tools and tubes of construction adhesive.

So with the a/c  plus the fans and the oxygen and all of the cooking, my electric bill spikes to over $300. I'm in sticker shock. She kicks in $ for the bill. Thank you.

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    Tustin Mazda is a family-owned & operated dealership located in the heart of Orange County at the Tustin Auto Center. Our commitment to superior customer service shows: 5-Stars Dealer Rater, 4.5- Stars Yelp, and 4.8-Stars Google. We try to make the purchase process as hassle-free as possible and encourage you to call, click, or stop by Tustin Mazda today - our friendly, knowledgeable sales team is ready to help you.

    Tustin Mazda is a family-owned & operated dealership located in the heart of Orange County at the Tustin Auto Center. Our commitment to superior customer service shows: 5-Stars Dealer Rater, 4.5- Stars Yelp, and 4.8-Stars Google. We try to make the purchase process as hassle-free as possible and encourage you to call, click, or stop by Tustin Mazda today - our friendly, knowledgeable sales team is ready to help you.