As any fool (who has been reading our Perplexing Times as of late) can tell you, we’re out on our latest vacation, and this time our “pop in” is to San Francisco. This is no surprise to anyone but me, but what is surprising has been my in-outing cravings for Rice-a Roni. It’s weird, really, I don’t even like rice. Continue reading San Francisco Invokes Serious Rice-a-Roni Cravings
I’m not normally one to speak out on the matter of politics, in fact, the one time I did I got more than a mouthful from more than a handful of our troops serving overseas, but I have been known to speak out on both stairs and inclines, so that’s what I’m being critical of in this piece.
If you go to San Francisco, there are two things you simply must do. Continue reading Lombard Street Steep as Stairs, Crooked as Politics
If you’re going to do the San Francisco waterfront properly, as I surely did, you need to leave time to do the best kid-oriented attractions, and trust me when I tell you that any visit would be incomplete without spending time at the Basic Brown Bear Factory, a place I’m convinced is either an orphanage for undernourished bears or some kind of mad, plush, crazy bear creation laboratory. But which it is, I still can’t say. Continue reading Brown Bear – The Original Build-A-Bear, But Better
No trip to an historically rich coastal or railway town would be worth it’s weight in fortune cookies, were it not for a quick visit to that town’s Chinatown. San Francisco’s got a pretty good one, I guess, and I’d really dig it if wasn’t for all the white people and rampant speaking of English. Continue reading Chinatown Awesome, though Maybe Not Quite Chinese Enough
Oh man, I know I said my veal was burning already, but it’s even worse than I thought. I made a break for it today, and when I say “it”, I mean freedom in the truest, most Braveheart sense of the phrase, but it was so much less and worse than I bargained for. I’m not sure I’ll even be able to explain it properly in a single article… Good thing this is our third such piece on the matter. Continue reading Heading for the Hills Goes Poorly, Nay, Worse
All good things must come to an end, so too must conclude my near eternity of sitting strapped in the back of the car eating, sleeping, fussing and wondering if we’ll ever be there, wherever this elusive “there” may be.
It’s been very stimulating and all the parenting resources the ‘rents* have read indicate that stimulation is a very good thing for the growing mind. I’ve seen neat and wierd stuff and people and had all kinds of chances to do fun and odd stuff. Continue reading San Fran Trip Reaches End of the Line
What a neat place this is! If you have a chance to visit San Francisco, you need to make the chance to visit Fort Point. It’s a 19th century defensive emplacement complete with bricks, mortar and cannons too. If you’ve ever done business with an obscenely profitable dot com business, you know they only have two of those three things, and they aren’t nearly as much fun. Continue reading Pointing Out Fort Point Fun But Misses the History
In San Francisco, we hit up the local park and took in as many of the visible sights available as humanly possible, but I’ve got a beef on my plate, a thorn in my side, a bone to pick and a chip on my shoulder I need to divest. I expected a golden gate, both for prettiness and truth in advertising, but I was let down. Smack it up, flip it, paint it with latex if you like, but this thing is made out of steel. Continue reading Golden Gate Park Is Tons of Fun, Even Outside the Bridge Area
I know it feels like we’ve been in San Fran for like a thousand years or so, but it really wasn’t that long. It’s more about the fact that we really had a blast and a half and we wanted to share as much as we could with all you good people.
And it’s because we love you so much that we’ve removed almost ten of the articles about San Francisco we intended to run, instead opting to offer them as part of our forthcoming travel book, “Perplexed in San Francisco, Seeing The City with Kids”. No matter, you’ve suffered through enough of these mediocre pieces and I’m happy to tell you they’re just about done. Continue reading Journalist Insists “Seriously, Almost Done with San Fran”
It’s not that I haven’t heard my fair share of cheesy folk songs, nor that I haven’t more than traveled my share (and then some) of the world in my rarely-ending quest to seek out what’s great, brilliant, worthy and wise but, in this case, it’s that I went to San Francisco. And because I went there, well, I just had to wear flowers in my hair. Continue reading Visit San Francisco with Flowers in Your Hair