But why the cemetery, you might well ask?

Because it has awesome views, that is why…

I didn’t even have time to go to the best picture spots, because it was closing, but there is a little Japanese pagoda by a stream, and there is a waterfall, and I could go on…

These pictures were taken from a little hilltop we always called the plateau. In case you can’t see the view too well, let me just zoom in a little…

San Francisco across the bay. This is a great place to watch sunsets without dealing with crowds… of living people…
And yet it retains just enough of that cemetery creepiness to make it fun and spooky at night. What’s not to love?

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Friends just make life better…

I am now going to spend just a few days finishing up the pictures I took with my new Father’s Day camera in the San Francisco Bay Area. Then I promise we will move on to bigger and better and stranger things, although I still can’t say exactly what those things will be, because that is not the way my brain is structured.

Let’s talk about friends. Friends are a good thing to have. Even I have managed to make a few friends, and I am not easy to deal with. The best kind of friends are the ones who knew you when you were a kid, and still like you anyway. I am lucky to have a few of this type of friends that are still alive, not crazy, and not too boring. Growing up where and when we did, this is something of an accomplishment.

Chris and Andy grew up on the same street as me. Technically, they moved in a few years later, and were not there when I was a baby, but they were there during my formative years… (Oh, those crazy formative years. Remind me to tell you about them some day… at least the parts I can tell you about)…

Ahhhh. There are my friends. That is Andy on the left, beside his girl friend. Chris is the handsome guy on the right. That is not his wife sitting beside him. That is my mom. We are eating at the English pub that is very close to my mother’s house…

This pub is awesome. The fish and chips are great. The Boddington’s ale is excellent. The Shepard’s pie rocks. And there is a dart board, so you know it is authentic. There is even a play area full of toys for the little ones which is located right under the dart board. I admit that maybe they didn’t think that part through as well as they could have. But so far, I have never seen a child with a dart sticking out of their head, so it is all working out.

Chris is an auto mechanic. He has been one since right after he graduated from high school. We used to work at a car shop together, way back in the day, but as you know, I am all art-side-of-the-brain, so I am not really good with tools unless I am using them to carve a tiki or something. Chris is so good at it, he now runs a shop. He doesn’t own it, but he is the guy in charge. Here are a couple of pictures of Chris looking very in charge and professional…

See, he can use a computer to keep track of things, which is another thing I could never do. And he gets to sit at a real desk…

He is so good at fixing cars, than when I drive the 500 miles to the bay area, I always have him look at my car if it is making any funny noises or smells. This time he replaced my brake pads… whatever those are… and did a tune up. He even threw in a pair of new windshield wiper blades. He put them on himself. As long as he was bending over the hood of my car, I told him to do one of those sexy Playboy bunny poses, where they look over their shoulder and put a finger to their lips. I haven’t even seen a Playboy since I was a kid, but I am still convinced that beautiful women always take most of their cloths off and get into this pose whenever they work on a car…

Oh, yeah, baby! Chris is looking good. And you can clearly see the sign for his shop. So, free advertising. If you are ever in the bay area, look it up, and tell him Arthur sent you.

We can’t leave Andy out. He was kind enough to drive me around to take some of the pictures you have been looking at. He took me to one of our favorite hangouts from back in the day…

You guys used to hang out in a cemetery, you may well find yourself asking at this point? Well, of course we did. Think of it as a very big, very pretty park, with lots of trees, and fantastic views of the bay. And there were never crowds of people having picnics and getting in your way. And it was very close to where we lived. On top of all that, the residents never complained about the noise we made…

And there were lots of places to sit or lay down to rest in the shade, like this interesting tombstone made to look like a bed… get it, eternal resting place…

I told Andy that as long as he was laying there, he should try doing a sexy pose. He has known me long enough that this didn’t surprise him too much. He knows I have a weird sense of humor. But he didn’t really see the point, either. So I told him about Chris and the sexy pose he did, and Andy decided that he wasn’t going to be outdone…

I will leave it up to you to decide which of my friends pulled off a better sexy pose, but you must admit, it is nice to have friends that are willing to humor you in these sorts of situations.

Andy is a black belt at some kind of martial art, and works at some sort of computer job that is too complex for me to understand. And he, like Chris, is a really nice guy. And he is willing to put up with my shenanigans, so there you go. Chris met up with us when we were doing these shots, so I took a couple of pictures of them both at another of our favorite spots in the cemetery…

How nice is it that someone decided to make their headstone into a bench? Oh, we spent many a night when we were teenagers, drinking beer and… stuff… and singing Alice Cooper and Beatles songs on this bench. They are doing some landscaping, so the grass here is gone for now, but it is still a nice spot with a great view. And say what you will about hanging out in a cemetery, but if you ever bring a date to one, especially when those rare ground fogs I told you about in an earlier post are rolling through, you can bet that the girl is going to be staying very close to you. Believe it or not, this is where I took the girl who is now my wife, on our first real date. So don’t pretend you never learned anything from me.

Oh yes, it is good to have friends. Remind me, someday, to tell you more stories about the cemetery. I have thousands of them. There was this cave we fixed up, down in a hidden valley, and… oh, no, you will just have to wait till I get into the right mood.

One last picture to finish up this rambling rant about friends. You may remember the earlier post where Chris and Andy and I went out to see our friend Bryan Kehoe who was playing in a ZZ Top cover band. This post was from an earlier trip home, so you might have to go back a way to see it. But I did manage to hook up with Bryan while I was there this last time. My brother Sid and I met him at the Hotsy Totsy club, a little dive bar in Albany. Take the time to Google Bryan Kehoe. He is an interesting guy. He has been in tons of bands, including playing with Les Claypool of Primus, who did the theme song for the Southpark show. I know Les because I used to do stage bouncing for him when he was in a band called Blind Illusion. But look Kehoe up. He is a Bay Area institution, a gifted guitar player, and one crazy dude. He has been since high school and even back farther than that, now that I think about it…

My brother, Sid, is the one on the right, just to make that clear. Okay, see you soon, so we can finish this photo thing up and move on to something else.

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When Bay Area dreams become nightmares…

There is a dark side of life that gets lost in the shadows and pushed to the side and swept under the rug. Every town and city has its homeless people. People with histories of mental problems or drug and alcohol addiction. Or those that just plain can’t deal with the complexity of life.

I still hold the opinion, having spent a lot of time on the streets of the Bay Area as a teen back in the 70’s, that all over this country, cops and judges tell these social outcasts to just head to the Bay Area because there they have free clinics and missions and soup kitchens and a whole network of social services aimed at helping them. And all that is true, only now the network has been stretched to the point of tearing and the safety net has a huge hole in it.

This is the little storefront mission in the Tenderloin District of San Francisco where Mollie and her church youth group spent a week helping and feeding the homeless. As my mom said to me when she heard where Mollie was staying, “That was a bad neighborhood back in the 1940’s.”

Remember that I only dropped off the kids and the luggage. I didn’t stay with them. I spent the week at my mom’s house in the hill across the bay. I knew I couldn’t stay with Mollie. I knew something would happen. And it did. An African-American drunk, homeless guy got right in my thirteen year old’s face and shouted and swore at her. One of the youth leaders had to shove Mollie away and get between them. I owe this person a huge debt. Not only because she saved Mollie, but she most likely saved me a trip to jail, because Mollie is not the person I would have shoved. And it would have been some world-class shoving also.

As I pulled up on the last day to pick them all up, after my early morning drive to take the pictures from Treasure Island and the bay front, a cop pulled up behind me and had a confrontation with another drunk homeless person…

I spent a lot of time as a street rat when I was young. I didn’t see anything that surprised me in the hour I was on that street outside the mission, but I saw everything I expected to see…

You have to admire the hundreds of kids who volunteer to spend a week here during each year… (well, maybe not so much the judgemental, ‘you are gay so you are going to fry in hell’ zealots)… even if you are as religion-free as I am. It takes guts to do something like this…

I just wish that these kids were enough to shift the balance… that the problems could be dealt with in a way that offered some hope in the long-term. But still, every victory counts for something.

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Art in the Bay Area…

That was a joke… get it… art in the bay area… and my name is Arthur… and I am going to show you pictures of art… in the bay area… so… anyway…

In keeping with my idea of setting the mood, as it were, by showing how the normal rules of decoration and taste and style are not the same in the San Francisco Bay Area as they might be in other places, I have a few more pictures taken on my new Father’s Day camera. If you have been following along, you will remember that I have been showcasing some houses with interesting paint jobs and/or works of art put on display. I do not want you to think that only houses get such special treatment…

This car has been around for a while.

I call it the pumpkin car…

I could call it the car with the strange paint job, or the car with a lot of little plastic toys glued to it, but I went with the pumpkin.

It isn’t a real pumpkin, because that would have ended up being messy and smelly. But once again, just for the record, I only had to drive about a mile from my mom’s house to take this picture.

I don’t want you to think that I put no effort into this. I drove around quite a bit to take pictures for your entertainment. And I had my friends drive me around also. In fact, one day I drove all the way across the Oakland bridge toSan Francisco to take some pictures… okay, I had to go to the city to pick Mollie’s youth group up, to take them back across the bay, but I did get up early soI could walk and drive around a little and see what I could find. It was early enough that I could actually park the car to jump out and take some of these, like this statue I found on a street right near the center of the city…

And I walked around by the bay, right under the end of the Oakland Bay Bridge, where I remembered they had this little rocket…

I hope you can see the rocket. I could have gotten closer or used the zoom, but I was trying to cover a lot of ground. Just to the left of where I stood to take the picture of the rocket, there is this little bit of abstract art…

It isn’t really little. In fact, it is rather large. And it has been there for quite a while…

That’s right, it is a giant bow and arrow. We put it there because we could. I don’t think it symbolizes anything at all. That is just the way we roll.

On the way to San Francisco, I stopped off on Treasure Island, which is actually under the center of the Oakland Bay Bridge. That is where they film the Myth Busters TV show, in case you were wondering. I will have some more pictures of the island in later posts, when I go back to talking about fog, but because it is no longer an active Navy base, you can drive around the island. There are even a few wine tasting shops and a bar there now. And on a little grass field in front of a shut down barracks, I found this statue…

This thing is about 30 or 40 feet tall, and I know it wasn’t there when I did a brief tour of duty on Treasure Island when I was in the Navy back in the 1970’s.

I feel fairly sure I would remember…

I will leave you with pictures of a statue which is near and dear to my heart…

This statue dates back to the 80’s. I like it so much because I helped make it. Yeah, you heard me. A girl I was dating met this artist who traveled all over asia, taking pictures of temple art, and then doing things based on them when he got back. This girl and I helped the guy, whose name I don’t remember, build this out of rebar, chicken wire, and dyed cement. It is a good luck god from somewhere near China, shooting an arrow as he rides on a lion-like beast. We put a drain in its mouth, leading to a pipe that leads to the lion’s… privates… so that when it rains, it looks like the lion is going pee…

I guess my friend Andy didn’t believe me about the drain either. But really, why would I lie about a thing like that. There is a fantastically funny story about how the artist got the city of Berkeley to put this right in front of the Berkeley marina, but it is too long, so remind me to tell it later.

For now, rest assured that this statue is guarding the bay against any invasion by the forces of bad luck…

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Okay, now I am done…

I know, I know, this is an obscene amount of posts for one day, but they are all tied together, so cut me some slack. I did have one night out with the boys from back in the day, while we were in my old stomping grounds.

I went out to a bar with my friend Andy…

And my friend Chris…

These two are my best… living… friends. We grew up together, so sooner or later you will learn all about them. But not right now.

We went out to see this guy…

That, my friends, is my friend, Bryan Kehoe. I have known him for many years. He was doing a little moonlighting with a band that did Z Z Top cover tunes. This band has since broken up, but do not worry about Bryan. He plays with M.I.R.V., regularly opening for Primus, and has his own band called The Kehoe Nation, which is big in the Bay Area. Look it up, if you are interested. They are on Google. And sooner or later you are going to learn more about Mr. Kehoe anyway, because he is part of my life…

You may or may not be surprised to learn that the four of us old farts closed this place down after the band was done with their set… but whatever…

I leave you with one last picture from this trip. Not too far from Grizzly Peak Blvd, and just a mile or two above my mom’s house, is Tilden park. This was yet another place where my high school cronies and I spent a lot of time up to no good. But it is a large and lovely park, and you should check it out if you are ever in the neighborhood. Behind lake Anza there is a hiking trail, and Mollie and I took a walk there one afternoon…

Thank you for letting me get all this off my chest… and off my phone.

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Making muscles…

That title makes no sense… but it will… soon enough.

These pictures from my cell phone are from last summer, when Mollie and I went to visit my mom. My brother Sid went with us to Muir woods, an awe-inspiring old-growth redwood grove just North of San Francisco, across the Golden Gate bridge…

There are Uncle Sid and Mollie. If you have never been to Muir woods, hie thee hence and do it…

You gotta love the redwoods…

Now how cute is that?

Now is where I try to explain the title of this post. Uncle Sid started this weird family tradition. We like to hold our arms up like we are flexing our muscles. We have thousands of family pictures taken in this unusual pose. Sid started making jokes about his muscles, like; ‘Call the vet, because these puppies are sick’ or; ‘Call the plumber, ’cause these pipes are about to burst’. Or he just called it the ‘gun show’. In retaliation, I started naming his muscles double names, like Siskel and Ebert, or Donny and Marie, or Bert and Ernie.

Somehow, over time, we added talking in a fake Italian accent to the making the muscles thing. So now, whenever the family gets together, we walk around talking like Italian immigrants on their way to a bodybuilding competition. Hey, don’t judge us. I bet your family does some strange stuff also.

And it does make for a lot of funny family pictures…

But they don’t all end up that way.

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No words…

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It’s the weird little moments…

Weird little moments are what make life worth living. Keep your eyes open. Sometimes you have to look for them.

I was in the Imperial War Museum in London, looking at a Jagdpanzer, a heavy tank-hunting tank used by the Nazis in World War Two. As someone who studies military history, this was pretty cool. Not a reproduction of a tank used in combat. A tank that was used in combat. That is when I noticed the holes…

I read the little biography of this vehicle. It gave the year it was built, the names of the crew, and even the date the tank was knocked out by an English Cromwell tank. Real men had lived and died with this vehicle. It is sadly ironic that the death of some of the crew are what made the history come alive for me all those years later.

I think it was somewhere near Piccadilly Circus that I spotted this curious statue…

I am not even going to attempt to explain this piece of art, but, good people of London, if this statue is still there, get rid of it. Please.

Sometimes it is just a matter of perspective, of walking a little farther along a path to get a view, an angle on something that most people do not bother to find…

In Paris, while the kids were finishing up with dinner, I took a stroll around the block. I found this little doorway that led to a covered alley between two of the bigger boulevards. This narrow little alley marked the outskirts of a Moroccan enclave, and was filled with the exotic aromas of cooking lamb, mysterious spices, and incense. Little stalls sold  herbs and vegetables from far off lands. Little shops held brass hookahs and large beaten-copper serving trays. If I hadn’t taken a walk, I never would have known the alley was there…

Everyone takes a photo of Montmartre’s famous Sacre Coeur… I took one too… but take a shot of the street. Life isn’t lived in Cathedrals…

I told you about my habit of taking early morning walks. And I mean early, while it is still dark. You can enjoy where you are before anyone else is there to get in the way, and you get to see the sunrise. Why should sunsets get all the glory?

Switzerland looks lovely in the first blush of dawn.

And take the time to learn a few things. We went up to the top of a mountain near Innsbruck during one day trip. There we saw the huge ski jump used in the 1964 and 1976 Olympic winter games. We were told that this very ski jump was the scene of the horrible ski accident by some skier that came to be forever known, to those of us who remember the Wide World of Sports show, as ‘The Agony Of Defeat’ guy. Now this alone is an interesting fact, but I learned an even more interesting fact… at least to me… by walking a little farther than most of the other people on the tour did. When all the thousands of skiers who have used this ski jump for practice or competition over the years are sailing high into the sky, they have a beautiful view of Innsbruck spread out below them. And right in the center foreground of that view is one of the largest cemeteries I have ever seen. Hundreds of headstones can hardly be an inspiring sight in such circumstances…

And please, take the time to walk off into the woods when you are anyplace new. Get off the paths and trails. Just stand quietly for a moment and feel what is around you. This is what the country you are visiting is really like. What it was like before all the people and the buildings…

That is the heart of Austria, right there.

Sometimes you have to walk a long way. In Venice, I had to cover a lot of ground before I got away from all the other tourists…

But I bet I saw stuff that even the locals don’t pay that much attention to. And to me, that is awesome.

Weird moments can sometimes be sad moments. Or perhaps haunting is a better word…

Those are the gates of Dachau concentration camp. The words, if I am not mistaken, translate to; ‘Work Makes You Free’. They wanted people entering the gates to think that they were  just going to be put to use for the Third Reich. And many of them were… for a time… until they became too weak and starved to be of further use…

What was it like to lay in these bunks as your strength slipped away, and you had been there long enough to know that there was no hope?

After seeing the barracks and the crematoria, I had to be alone for a few moments. I did what I do. I walked. And that led me to this sad little back gate and the barbed wire. With the peaceful woods lying just beyond. How must those woods have looked to those trapped inside the wire?

I don’t want to end this post on that note, so I won’t.

My last early morning walk of the trip was through the ancient town of Rothenburg…

I was all alone on the streets. And I fell in love with this magical town. So I think I am going to do a post of pictures just of this special place. Because many of you will see the big cities of Europe sometime in your life. But you might not even know that this place is there.

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People; you might as well meet some of them…

All my life I have had a somewhat strange ability to be in the right places at the right times to meet interesting people and see interesting things. I am a naturally shy person, and walking up to people to start a conversation is not easy for me. But when you are traveling, you just have to get over it.

Walking out of Windsor castle on the first day of our trip, I found myself in the middle of an Indian wedding ceremony…

This interesting combination of two cultures and histories was a colorful and delightful moment in an already wonderful day.

I also met some lawn bowlers, and stopped to chat, because my mother does lawn bowling at a club in Berkeley, California…

Not quite as colorful as the wedding party, but a delightful group of people nonetheless.

In London, I made friends with the guy who owned an ice cream cart. He gave me free ice cream because I got a bunch of the band kids to stop by and give his stand some business…

Remember that everyone is interesting in some way. I didn’t take pictures of everyone I chatted with, because it seems rude, somehow. But I met some really nice people. In London, as we photographed a Royal guardsman, I talked to an old Englishman that served in World War Two. He told me how the buttons on the uniforms were done in different patterns that let you know which famous regiment that soldier was in. Slow down and say a few words to shopkeepers and taxi drivers and the working people of any city. They know stories about that city that aren’t in any guide book.

I spent quite a lot of time getting to know our tour bus driver, Marcus. He was from Germany, and stayed with us for the entire trip…

He was a really nice guy, and had a lot of stories to tell. And that is not an easy job, driving a bus that size around London, Paris and all through Europe. Look at that friendly smile.

One person out of all the people I met fascinated me quite a lot. He is a shop owner in the medieval town of Rothenburg. At night, he puts on a cape, grabs a pike and lantern, and gives guided tours of the town as ‘the Night Watchman’. Just Google it, you will be glad you did. I found him to be so engaging and full of history and knowledge, that I visited his store the next day and spoke with him at length. These are the kinds of memories that will stay with you long after you return home…

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Not just a dog’s life…

As I just told you in my last post, I like all kinds of animals.

Here are some of the famous Thames river swans…

Oh, and Jessica and her band friends are there also. These swans are the ones that caused me to threaten to throw the teenage punk into the river if he didn’t stop throwing rocks at them. Oh, come on, I just threatened to do it. I didn’t actually do it. I probably wouldn’t have done it… I am fairly sure…

Here is a horse I made friends with in Switzerland…

She was very nice, and liked to be scratched just behind and below here ears.

Here are some Swiss sheep…

You may or may not be surprised to learn that sheep also like to be scratched behind the ears, but you have to dig your fingers way down into the wool, which is a little greasy-feeling, and makes your fingers smell funny.

I also made friends with some Swiss cows, which I presume is where Swiss chocolate comes from…

It took me a while… and some nice long grass, to coax momma and her baby close enough to pet.

I tried to make friends with an Austrian cow… which for some reason the Austrians keep inside their supermarkets… but she was very shy…

She even took a nip at that kid who got a little too pushy. I guess if they were using me as a billboard, I would be a little grouchy too.

Even Jessica got into the act, and made some little animal friends in Venice…

It is nice to know that I passed on yet another useful skill.

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