Being in San Francisco, and hopefully for the very last time (I doubt that. . . .), I decided to do something "San Fracisco-y," and took a ride on an old-fashioned cable-driven trolly car (Yep. They still got those, 'n stuff.  :) ) out to the pier with all the sea lions.

      There were lots of interesting sights to see along the way.  Churches RULE!!



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      I once asked a close friend of mine in high school (He was an AVID gun rights activist.  :) ) what his favorite commerical was.  He told me that it was the one where the airplane flew over the building, reflected on the side, and this dude played soft piano music and sang, "I don't want to set the world on fire." I payed closer attention the next time it was on, and learned that it was for a perfume, named "Channel."

      I never imagined that, something like 24 years (!!) later, I'd be looking at that very same building, thousands of miles away. . . .

      By the way, I have absolutely NO IDEA what this building is called, 'n stuff.  :)



Sea Lion-Dudes!!

      This was really cool.  There were all these sea lion-dudes, living on a dock.  Dr. Kulchitsky told me that someone told him that they hadn't shown up until after the something-something quake.  (The guy made it out to be a big deal--but, truth be known, it sounded like a baby compared to the one I experienced Alaska, 'n stuff.  :) ) In true Californian "green style," instead of shooing, or shooting, them away, "their peir" was made into a park.  :) Like I said, it was really cool.  :) They stank to high heaven.  :)



      Worth noting, is that, even here--in the very heart of San Francisco's touristy places, there were homeless.  There was a woman probably in her late twenties, eyes shot through and runny with some form of chronic substance abuse, with a big sign---begging for enough money so she could get home for the holidays.  I'd seen a few of those, around town---whatever works, I guess.  It was both disgusting and depressing.  :P :P :( :(

      Oh, and I almost forgot to mention: While I was looking for the sea lion-dudes, I had an interesting encounter with a cop.  One just walked up to me, and said, out of the blue (believe it or not---no pun intended :) ), and says, "I'm going to have to give you a ticket." I just stared at him, and he seemed to get a little uncomfortable, quickly adding, "For not smiling--and for not looking at a pretty girl."

      I just looked at him, and said, "Ah." This being California, I couldn't be one-hundred percent sure there wasn't such a psychotic law.  The cop just looked at me, smiled, and said, "Have a nice day, sir." Again, this being California, I didn't tell him what was on my mind: That malicious harassment wasn't necessarily the best way to attempt to cheer up somene who had spent 13 and 1/2 years in Upstate New York.  (Yes, I think you do know exactly what I mean. . . .)

On to more San Francisco pics, 'n stuff.