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. Inside she found several editions of the San Francisco Chronicle featuring the late, great columnist Herb Caen.
Many of you have never heard of Caen, but then again, a few of you oldsters remember his ramblings about “the cool, gray, City by the Bay.” Alice was kind enough to drop them off at the Tribune and yours truly is enjoying every word of the scribe of the City known as “the Sakamenna Kid” because his first job after arriving from Sacramento was as a copy boy at William Randolph Hearst’s newspaper.
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Hope you had a great Independence Day. My gal kind of took care of my independence that day with some honey-dos, and watching one of “her” movies. The city parks department, thanks to a lot of local donations from businesses, service clubs and individuals, put on another terrific family event at the golf course with the concluding spectacular fireworks display. At home, thanks to many illegal bottle rockets, firecrackers, and such, my dog Racer alternated between barking and covering his ears.
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Oops, not that switch. Speaking of spectacular, I’m sure you’ve heard of San Diego’s July Fourth event when four barges, afloat in the bay and loaded with rockets — red glare and all — exploded all at once. It turned a 20-minute show into a 15-second display that literally lit up the sky from San Diego to Tijuana...