Friends,
I’ve been away from this thing for a little while, but busy. Busy annoying the entire state—from north to south. There’s photographic evidence…
Went to San Francisco the weekend before last and you’ll be pleased to hear that some of the streets are still steep. They haven’t leveled the place out since you’ve last been there, so I’m sure that’s a disappointment, but we managed to get a room at this fancypants place…
It’s one of those joints that has a restaurant on the top floor that has a pretty decent view. Let’s say that the hotel was called Mark-something-something. What would you call the place on top? Anybody?
Some residents of San Francisco like to lay about, of course. You’ve certainly heard of the problems with immigrants there who do nothing but live off the largess of the state. It’s a sanctuary city, after all…
Then, of course, we happened upon Bay Area dorks. It’s a little scary to see, especially if they get too close. Wouldn’t want that stuff to rub off on you…
After the dorks, I was hoping that we could find a way to get rid of them. Nothing much more diabolical than a jellyfish sting, don’t you think?
…or maybe your random sardine swarm…
…or since the locals are summoning my little puppy dog, maybe a nice dog bite!
On the third of July, my little town held a little parade to celebrate the day after the third of July. [rant mode engaged] The parade was organized by people who thought that a commemoration of America’s independence would be inconvenient to church goers on Sunday. That, or they may not know how to work a calendar. There are adult education classes for that. [/end rant]
Another thing that happened on the third was a barbecue at my Mom’s friend’s husband’s house. Mom’s friend’s son brought his pet opossum to the barbecue. Naturally. Not weird at all. Stop looking at me like that.
No, really. Perfectly normal. Nothing to see here. Move along people.
Your pal,
-bob