We should be home late this afternoon. We decided to pass on Palm Springs when we heard about the super heated winds and the dust storm in the southern portion of the state. The maps showed Palm Springs to be included in the nastiness. We will most likely make a trip there eventually because we heard such great things about the city and area as a vacation spot.
We had a great evening with Patricia and Richard. Richard grew up in S.F. and him being Chinese gave him a slight edge over the insiders view of Chinatown and North Beach. They took us to a great restaurant in North Beach and we ate family style. Afterwards we wandered over to a bakery for some desert and ate them outside a coffee shop. Great evening.
Today is the street fair, pictures to be added here and the other place. Meeting is set with site members for a little after noon at Folsom and 8th. Should be interesting.
And then there were the pictures I can’t post here.
OK, our first full day in SF and we’re both beat. We meet with some friends of mine tonight for a walk around China Town and we are supposed to eat on the street while watching the Chinese gamble and we talk about white slavery. That’s the plan as it was told to me. If you don’t get an update to this in the next day or so, call the police.
So far, we’ve done the cable car museum and rode cable cars all over the damned city. Interesting but very slow. For as fast as those cables run underground, all the stops and idling makes for a slow and pretty boring trip.
And then there’s the bomb squad truck we saw while touristing around the place.
No BOOM though.
Cooler than crap out here. I actually had to go back to the hotel to get my jacket. You know it was either cold or I am dying. I hope it’s just cold.
Nina just brought up a good reason to stay in the country. Pigeons. Dirty stinking flying rats. Let’s not forget their first “San Francisco cousins” the seagulls, another crappy bird. There is bird shit everywhere in this town. No pigeons in San Jose, to date.
We are now in a hotel in Bakersfield, about 500 miles more added to our total miles. We have about 5 hours of driving left to get to San Francisco.
It’s hot out here. Saw 102 today. Can’t wait until we hit S.F. and the lower temps.
Ate dinner in this Hunter place and we had some decent food there, but the waiter chatty as Hell. Very annoying. If I wanted to talk to anyone during dinner I’d talk to Nina.
The drive was uneventful with the exception that Nina couldn’t pee in the rest areas. They were ALL closed. Stupid damned state. Our chatty waiter told us to avoid the Bay Bridge on the way into S.F. because of construction, so I thanked him for the info and forgot what he said immediately.
Made 328 miles to spend the night in Holbrook AZ. Never planned to get very far today, but I’m used to making much more progress. 328 miles is like a day trip. Tomorrow should bring us much farther than today.
Well, today Erin heads to Dilia, instead of yesterday. That was nice, but now they get to keep her until Monday, which is not so nice.
This week we went to Burger King twice. The first time it was just her there with no one else appearing. That was odd until I found out that McDonalds just reopened. Our Thursday visit was nice. There was a girl her age there and they got along great. Later another girl joined them and the 3 of them managed to exhaust each other in less than an hour. Erin had a blast. Before she fell asleep in the Jeep she told me that she liked that little girl, but the big one scared her. She never made it to the highway before she was sleeping.
Today she goes with Nina and Tori to visit Shirley. Neither of them know that Erin and I visit her almost weekly too. Tori hates going there and Nina is too busy in her normal Vegas visits to include Erin, so I make a little effort to make sure Erin knows Shirley.
In a recent discussion about the NM law that allows illegals to get a state issued I.D. card or driver’s license, I told that person that they are criminals and deserve no such special treatment and when they show up for a D.L. they should be arrested and sent for deportation. To add insult to injury, I also informed this person that the illegal should not be arrested until he filled out the needed forms so that I.C.E. could use that info to arrest the person’s family and living companions. That’s about the time I was informed that I was a horrible person and to call myself a Christian was a lie.
Now I’ve never met this person before, never talked to him prior to lunch yesterday and yet this person automatically assumed I was a Christian. I asked him how he could tell I was a Christian and he told me I had the look. I was very pleased to hear this. I then told him that the Bible had no such directive telling me that I needed to accept people flaunting this country’s laws and that even the charitable statements of the Bible didn’t say that I had to invite the criminals to my country to help them, I was just to help. I further told him that the Bible was the basis of all laws and was expanded upon by the governments as needed and keeping free-loading scum from other nations out of our country was definitely a justified addition to our legal system.
At that point I apologized for offending him while discussing his Mexican relatives, and he proudly proclaimed that he was not Mexican but he was descended from the original Spanish settlers of this area. “Oh, you’re white too then.”, I replied. He about spit out his lunch at that point. “I am HISPANIC and proud of it!” was his answer. I then told him he can’t have it both ways, you’re either Spanish or Hispanic. Spain is a European country and being from Europe makes you white, at least that’s what I’ve been told by most people of color that I’ve had this discussion with. He was less than amused, while I was quite amused.
Some people just can’t have fun while talking immigration, religion and race. Luckily for me, I am not one of them. It was a very good lunch. Michael, you should have been there, you would have hated it.
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