Comments on: Little John Syvada – Conrad, Sea Lane and Tequila Sunrise

By: Mark Lee

Mark Lee — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 05:14:25 +0000

I remember Judy Segal and she was always hottie and always nice.- Mark

By: Steve Gallagher

Steve Gallagher — Sun, 16 May 2010 15:29:16 +0000

The girl pictured with Little John is Judy Segal.

By: Dan Talboy

Dan Talboy — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 20:32:10 +0000

To Chris-
Little John was my buddy since elementry school, where we used to sneak down to his house on Sea lane, and have a smoke and one beer each, stolen out of the fridge from Fred, Stymie and few others from Bummer Beach crowd, when you could surf there.
Later in life, much later, after I sobered up, Little John called me, and asked if I could take him to a AA meeting, which I did, he went a few times, but could never stick it out with not drinking, but your right he did want to stop drinking, and your right he was a very smart dude, with many talents, art, surfing, and pure having fun in life, I’ll miss him may he R.I.P.

By: Dan Dameron

Dan Dameron — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 07:18:08 +0000

Chris:
Splendid and Classy statement.Well Done
DSD

By: Chris Sylvada

Chris Sylvada — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 20:19:15 +0000

John and my father Fred were both classics – one of a kind. I would note that by the time cancer snuck up on Fred, he only drank an occasional Pacifico and hadn’t smoked a cig in a few years. He enjoyed his morning power walks in RSF and was a voracious reader. Further, John always wanted to stop drinking. I know this to be true. Even though he was a pro at it, it wasn’t his wish and it ruined the life of an incredibly kind and highly intelligent man. I’m proud to be a Sylvada but I prefer to celebrate the qualities worth emulating, of which there were plenty!

By: Jamie

Jamie — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 19:13:18 +0000

Additional…

1. Story was told that at age 7, Little John was hanging out at Jack’s house at 354 Vista de la Playa…reading comic books. Little John was thrown in the closet by the older guys. Mrs. Macpherson had decided to store the family skeleton (literally…the family had their own skeleton, affectionally named E. Hamilton Phipps) in Jack’s bedroom closet. Little John started drinking after the experience.

2. He adored his Aunt Steph…who had lived up on El Camino del Teatro…Aunt Steph and her gray Mercedes lived with him and then they all went and lived with his sister Fay.

3. In 1997, Jack and Little John decided to fire a potato gun off the end on Bird Rock…into the Mighty Vast…the neighbors called San Diego Police with the message that 2 lunatics in a red Porsche had launched something fishy…

4. One year on my birthday, he and Fay drove down from Rancho Santa Fe and delivered a white rose bush…’Pristine’… a stunning white rose with a fragrance like a gardenia.

5. I last talked to him in March 2007. He died a few months later…Memorial Day time 2007. Someone sprayed the Pumphouse with the words ‘Where’s My Cocktail?’…