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Op / Ed
 Ripley’s Museum Perfectly Believable... Or Not?
Sunday, April 30 @ 12:00:00 PDT
When walking around in the armpit of San Francisco’s touristy sweat-pit, it’s hard not to get drawn in to the many museums that abound in that area. Right in the heart of it all on Jefferson Street just up from Fisherman’s Wharf is the Ripley’s Museum, which I found to be more appealing and as curiously interesting as any of them… Believe it… or not?
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 Pointing Out Fort Point Fun, Though Curiously Off-Commissioned
Saturday, April 29 @ 12:00:00 PDT
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.
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 Hilly Town Enhappies Me to be Pushed
Friday, April 28 @ 12:00:00 PDT
We’ve been on vacation now for what feels like forever, but for the first time in my life I’m grateful that I’m being toted about in a stroller like a second-class citizen or paraplegic. Normally I regret this sort of treatment, because, let’s face it, I’d rather walk myself around however slowly I may do it, but with all these silly hills around, I’m just glad I’m being pushed.
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 I Haven't the Foggiest, San Fran Does
Saturday, April 22 @ 12:00:00 PDT
This whole vacation business is pretty acceptable to me all around. I get tons of time with the parents, to see all kinds of things I’d never even known existed, and to wear myself out to absolutely nothing at every turn and opportunity, making the waning days of my naps that much more rewarding. I don’t have the foggiest what San Francisco is really about, but at least climatically, the city does.
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 Golden Gate Park has Disappointingly Steely Gate
Friday, April 21 @ 12:00:00 PDT
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.
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 San Fran Hills Burn My Tender Veal
Wednesday, April 19 @ 12:00:00 PDT
I know we’ve been harping on this matter for days. I wrote about it at least a couple times and Dominic said something too, but it’s still as important today as it was when I wrote less about it then. The hills of San Francisco, even in lesser inclined areas, seriously burn my veal… by “veal,” of course, I mean my baby calves… get it?
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 San Francisco Night Life Lively, Not Early Enough
Monday, April 17 @ 12:00:00 PDT
When I first learned that we were coming to visit San Francisco -- which was a full two days after we’d already arrived here -- I was excited. There’s so much history, heritage, events, attractions and other things to see, but the thing that excited me most was the nightlife. Sadly, it’s let me down; it’s much too late.
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 Golden Gate Bridge Much too Large
Friday, April 14 @ 12:00:00 PDT
The biggest icon (by height, weight, length and cinematic popularity alike) is the Golden Gate bridge, and I’ve seen it, touched it, even smacked it with an open palm to test its metal, but I have to say I’m not impressed. It’s big, sure, but I have to beg the powers that be (and were a hundred years ago), isn’t it perhaps a bit too big?
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 Parental Packing Pattern Seems Suspiciously Vacationy
Wednesday, April 12 @ 22:00:00 PDT
Throughout this week I’ve noticed a strange trend among the parental folk, and I’m not the only one to take notice of it. There have been unusual purchases and unusual packing of odd ended thises and thats. If I didn’t know better, which I’m proud to say I do, I’d think we were hovering on the eve of yet another vacation.
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 Brotherly Love Requires No Invitation
Tuesday, April 04 @ 03:00:00 PDT
The world we inhabit is so rife with anger, theft and general evil that, when a moment should move you to show love to your brother man, you should waste no time and miss no opportunity to express it as best you’re able. Take me, for instance, and my random, unpredictable expressions of love for my own brothers.
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