All we need is a little discourage?
My readers numbers are down..Total bummer best writing I think I have ever done and less people reading.
Carry on though, carry on…
I was dreaming when I wrote this after dreaming about the past. No really I am only half awake.. The coffee hasn’t kicked in yet. And yes dreaming about the past always weirds me out. It was one incedent but a few all together.. all in the same place.
I dreamt I was at the sutro bath house remnants at like 3 am.. My friend Russ was there and I was chasing him with a large mallet. Which is funny because he used to pop up and down behind stuff there and I used to call him whack a mole. But Rachelanne was with us as was Tammy and some guy I knew that took acid there a lot. No offence to my friends but the Sutros are not the place to take acid.. Even smoking pot can leave you susceptible to falling off and in.
But back in the day before the earthquake of 89 there was a lot more standing persay and it was a lot safer.. The caves were still open and it always smelled of piss. Now it’s very broken up and although I still love the place it is not the sutros of my youth.
Harold and Maude had a scene filmed there where Maude is protesting and Harold pushes her through a hole to the water below.. Did I mention how dangerous it was.. Yes that hole was real and yes you can fall straight through it.. Hence for me it was a no drug or drink zone.. I am clumsy enough as it is..
I do get homesick a lot. I miss my city by the bay.. I miss Sausalito at night. I miss barfing on the Oakland to SF ferry. And the SF to Saus one. I miss the bridges.. I miss the towers on the hill. I miss playing Steve Maqueen on the “No Shit Hill”
Yes it really is called the “No Shit Hill”
Rachelanne lived off this street. When driving to Russian hill from North Beach you go up the Steve
McQueen hill.. There is a sign telling you you are on a hill about half way up. And of course years before I was old enough to write someone wrote “No Shit” under it.. And it has stayed there all these years. Then again I haven’t seen the sign in a few.. It could be gone now but I doubt it.. It was classic SF for you..
I miss waiting in line to eat at El Toredor in west Portal and getting the best enchiladas verde in the city. I miss Larry the owner’s bad jokes. I miss his salsa.
I miss the dirty Taco Bell on Van Ness ave.
I miss all the great nightclubs and dive bars of my twenties and the bands I saw that went on to make it..
I miss the boys with hair on broadway communing peacefully with the punks who also took over the top half of the street. Hair bands on one side and punks on the other. The Stone and the On Broadway and Mabuhay gardens was the place to be back in the late seventies and early 80’s.
I miss the Fillmore west and the countless bands I saw there.
I miss John Cippolina and running into him all over the city until his death.. And the large crush on him that I had.. Even though back then I thought he was sooooo old.. He was 49 when he died.
I miss the hippie that hung on the corner of Haight and Cole offering up acid.. “Doses, Doses” not sure if he knew any other word.
And I really miss Burritos bigger than my head that cost 4 bucks and fed you for 2 days!
But most of all I miss my friends.
My city has changed but my friends remain the same. Some of us have left but we all know where home is. I may have started over in the Midwest.. And I have this excellent life. And I really do love it here. But when Maia goes to college next august things will change..
In my heart is where my home is.. My home is not a structure. My home is where I am loved most. Put your hat across your heart..Close your eyes…. Now in your head lay your hat down where your heart lies..
I may have left my heart in San Francisco.. But I found it in lost and found and brought it back with me.

I can’t believe I found this!!!

and these last two are the ultimate in cheese!
And almost somewhat offensive now to look back!

my fave tv show ever and it was filmed in SF

And remember NO MATTER WHAT
You may leave year hat anywhere but never ever leave your hat on a bed!

Special for Marty Wombacher.. He owes me a house in Oregon.. I’ll settle for an island in Canada.
Chuck Norris island!

http://www.privateislandsonline.com/norris-island-ontario.htm

you can read Marty’s Blog at http://www.martyafterdark.com

2 more Muppets posts…tonight at midnight the movie opens.. we will be seeing it at 7 pm tomorrow night!

I will go back there someday!