Tracie couldn’t come with me to San Francisco, so I made her this video to share some of the sights I saw. It’s a little bit lengthy, but I had a CityPass that included some of the popular area attractions like the Aquarium of the Bay, the California Academy of Sciences, SFMoMa, and others.
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
This is the bar in North Beach where Kerouac hung out with Neal Cassady and other famous Beat poets when they were in San Francisco. I ordered none other than a “Jack Kerouac” off the menu, a mix of rum, tequila, orange/cranberry juice, lime and an olive.
When the shadow of the grasshopper falls across the trail of the field mouse on green and slimey grass as a red sun rises above the western horizon silhouetting a gaunt and tautly muscled indian warrior perched with bow and arrow cocked and aimed straight at you it’s time for another martini.
While in San Francisco I was excited at the opportunity to see, in person, my first Banksy. This one was in Chinatown.
I also stumbled upon this one in the North Beach area. Wasn’t looking for it on purpose, just sort of looked up and instantly recognized it.
“The story of denim jeans follows snuggly against that of America. In its early history, it embodied the wholesome American hero, the cowboy and the laborer. For many years jeans were only used as work clothes, but by the 1940s they were starting to be considered leisure-wear in America. With the popularity of the Western movie and stars like John Wayne, Gene Autry and Roy Rogers, blue jeans were all the rage. What were originally designed as prospectors working britches now gained the irresistible aura of romance and adventure.”