First, let’s begin with the thanks I owe to all the readers who enjoyed my last column about the good times in the City by the Bay in 1967. Not the least, by any means, was the email I received from Susan Lain. She just happened to be on the opposite side of our country (our universe) in New York City’s Central Park at a diner at 5 a.m. on that day in 1967. She and some friends walked to the park, and to quote Susan: “It was such a wonderful experience of pure joy, love and peace.”
And ‘tis not only this meager scribe, but Susan and others, who agree, “as we approach this Easter Sunday, I focus on how to be more loving, peaceful, joyful...” Thank you Susan for sharing a memory, and I, this desert lover of that very peace and joy we share, and my gal feel we now have a friend in Tuscon. Let’s see, New York to Tuscon? From “canyons of concrete” to the silence of the vermillion canyons of desert tranquility, thank you Susan, and I thank all of you for responding.
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We have a lot of anniversaries besides this year of the Summer of Love. That certain bridge called golden, but actually international orange, celebrates its 75th anniversary this year, May 27 to be exact. That’s only one day after the birthday of this fishwrap writer, but I must admit to being a few years behind that icon of American engineering.
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More water wonders. April 12 marks the sinking of the unsinkable (wait, that was Molly Brown) luxury liner Titanic. And with perfect timing (as if not planned by director/producer Jame Cameron), a 3-D version of the movie will hit the theaters. But, did you hear of the auctioning of a menu for $600,000 from that day that was found in a survivor’s purse? Amazing, but I mused if maybe, just maybe, the menu included “iceberg” lettuce. However, my pal and dedicated reader (I hope) Roy Yonemuri suggested they may have served “sub sandwiches” that day...