My roommates — the beautiful, long-haired, blonde siren named Starlight and Eric, the Nasty — and I sat outside the I-Thou Coffee Shop on the 1700 block of Haight in San Francisco.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
A soapbox would have melted in Chicago or Kansas, and just about anyplace else last week in the Midwest and East. But okay, there is no global warming, just local warming. Locally there, locally here, etc.
A note of thanks first off. Yard sale aficionado Alice Barnett was perusing through some items on display in a yard (where else?) and came upon a book on San Francisco.
I see the candidates removed their campaign signs on the town’s busy corners just in time for the fireworks stands to go up. Do we celebrate the right to vote on July 4th? Do we celebrate our independence?
Maybe worried about my dog, Racer, a few readers emailed concerning the rivalry between two churches that posted opposite viewpoints on their sign boards debating if dogs go to heaven.
Child killers. After 25 years of extraordinary effort by Rotarians around the world, including Madera’s, the dreaded child crippler and life-taker, polio, is on the verge of eradication.
“Hot town, summer in the city,” sang the Lovin’ Spoonful way back when. Actually, I think it was 1966 and the city I was in was pretty cool in many ways other than the temperature.