Well, this will wrap up my little San Francisco adventure series of posts. Which is good, because in a few hours I am leaving my mom’s house to drive back to San Diego… and reality. So what better place to deny reality for a few more moments than this place…
Yes, after the beach cleanup, Big Johnny, William and Eva and I drove over to Haight Ashbury, where people denied reality for most of the 1960’s and 1970’s. We had Asian Fusion food.
I gave Willie his birthday presents. I think he liked them.
I think we all liked them.
Some of you may remember this part of San Francisco from another visit to the Bay Area, where I went with the same people to a 1960’s-themed art exhibit, and then, Big Johnny and I went on an epic bar crawl in this very neighborhood.
‘The Haight’, as the cool locals call it, is a little touristy now.
And yet it still retains some of its unique character.
And nowhere does unique character better than the Bay Area.
Once again, I will be missing this part of the world. My time draws near.
A long boring drive through the Central Valley, LA traffic… back to my job and chores.
I will be back at Christmas.
And there is always my mom’s 96th birthday, next year.
Okay, see you soon, little godson Willie!
Oh… right… yes, and your parents too.
I actually went back to my mom’s house a different way, crossing the Golden Gate bridge, and swinging around towards the Richmond bridge instead of taking the Oakland Bay bridge back. I knew you wanted one more view of the bridge. Ha!
Look, it’s Alcatraz, and the Oakland Bay bridge way beyond it. I see blue skies. The weird mix of fog, cloud and smoke from all the wildfires finally parted. And don’t be sad. I still have a bunch of Yosemite pictures to post after I get home. Also, some animal photos, and some pretty good sunset shots.
And then we can get back to… whatever it is I usually do around here. Bye, San Francisco!