Checked Off My Bucket List: San Francisco

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Now let’s finish up with my vacation report.

After visiting Seattle, taking the Coast Starlight and then driving the most scenic of the American roads, we returned to San Francisco for the last three days of our vacation.

San Francisco is the city where the War on Drugs was lost. Many times throughout the day, in different parts of town, one walks through a cloud of the familiar yet unusual in the streets of Kansas City smell and immediately takes another whiff just to make sure it’s not a mistake. In the middle of the day in the touristiest of the tourist areas, next to expensive stores and restaurants, a nicely dressed woman produced a mini-bong out of her pricey purse and turning her face ,to the wall, proceeded to treat her glaucoma (if you know what I mean). When my kid came out of the store, I started to recount that mind-blowing event, but then realized that she may not know the meaning of the word bong. She knew. Thank you, O-e School District for taking care of that awkward conversation!

San Francisco is beautiful city, with many different faces, amazing food of a mind-blowing variety, endless number of things to do, enough weather changes to keep an army of meteorologists busy, and more homeless people than an average resident of Midwest will encounter in a lifetime. My only advice is that if you are not in the greatest of shapes, visiting the Crookedest Street in the World is better done on a bus. It’s not that exciting and you almost need a  Sherpa to get up on the damn hill. If you have time, check out SF Playhouse, we really enjoyed My Fair Lady, much better choice than a magician we originally set out to see.

And now we move to the visual part of this post.


Sausalito, CA.

Some guy was building these rock sculptures for the tourists.

Quiet Baby Machine

Alcatraz. This just about as much time as I wanted to spend on it. Apparently tickets need to be ordered in advance.

Doesn’t look like a lot of swimming in freezing water.

This guy is not a real traffic controller, proving that drivers will obey any idiot in an orange vest.

There is an oversupply of living statues, especially the angry ones.

The Crookedest Street in the World is overrated.

I was surprised that there was still some oxygen at that elevation.

Hair & Hair. Must be a common last name.

Didn’t feel like standing in line for one of these.

U Park, V Tow, U Pay.Make your own joke.

Golden years.

This is where we stayed. For the 1st time we were staying at a hotel that would pay $5 per day (in credits or Starbucks gift cards) if you didn’t choose to get your room cleaned every morning. My kid left with $15 in gift cards and I saved three days worth of tips. A win-win.

My kid gave me a look for taking this picture.

City Hall, I think.

Union Square.

No Unlawful Sex.

The Dude?

Shame on Victoria Secret.

This is the site hallow to people who liked the show Full House.

Golden Gate Bridge.

Check out my other travel reports.

  • Nick

    City Lights – my all time favorite book store. The old Tattered Cover in Denver was second, but it wasn’t close really…
    I lived in the North Beach neighborhood (go figure), which was just a couple of largish kangeroo hops from Russina Hill where Lombard Street gets all zigzag man. Russian Hill (named for a Russian Cemetary once there) is one of the original 7 hills in The City (Nob, Rob, Telegraph, Presidio and a couple others I can’t remember). But I can’t for the life of me remember why Lombard got all crazy there. I want to say the degree of slope, but it’s one-way downhill, right? In any event it’s a perfectly normal street everywhere else…

    • It was too steep so they put in all the switchbacks. But then it became a tourist attraction so living there is just about as much fun as living in Prairie Village’s Fallmouth St. during Christmas.

  • Xavier Onassis

    Yeah, but did you take any pictures? This is XO but I didn’t want to dick around with your Disqus crap. A bit too pretentious, don’t you think? Oh JESUS. I still have to enter a bunch of crap just to comment even without giving Disqus my info.

    • you can login with twitter, fb, blogger (I think), open ID,etc. I like it.when you login with any of these they authenticate directly without disqus getting the info. this is 2012 get with the time.

  • I travel for JOOLS

    Been there back when seeing a Gay Parade was something only seen in SF. Stayed in a quaint French hotel in the Theater District and also saw a play which we enjoyed. Enjoyed great seafood at the Pier. Oh and the Golden Gate Park was fabulous. Great place to visit. You couldn’t pay me enough to live there.

  • Great series and a lot of familiar sites. One thing of notice you didn’t mention: there must be a serious parking Nazi active in that city: have you noticed the proliferation of totally incomprehensible parking signs? One has to have a lawyer with one all the time to find a parking slot for an hour…

    • I chose to avoid the whole parking thing and went carless