The Mixing Bowl 3/14

I pinch of this, a table spoon of that, stir with a pitch-fork, bake for two hundred years at 72 degrees serve with a white sauce then sake it up a bit and presto’ you’ve got the Golden Gate communities. The Bay area is a unique place for there is such a mixed bag of bags.

We spent last week trying to help our daughter get back her bearings health wise. At the same time we soaked in the local atmosphere that you usually miss the first time you visit an area. Instead of being "tourist" to the place we were now living among the many people who call San Francisco home. We shopped for this and that doing the legwork for our daughter rubbing elbows with the natives. Just crossing a street brings you into a completely different neighborhood culturally as well. To a small degree other metro areas have somewhat of the same thing mixed bag but not to the degree as S>F>.

But as the song goes we left our hearts in San Francisco not because of the beauty of the place nor the great people and food…but it’s where some of our family live. I use to think of the place as the photos of 1905 showed…a place ready to slip into the sea. Well, hang on, the place rocks - literally.
Today’s thought, " Fortune knocks at every man’s only once,
in most case the man is in the neighborhood saloon
and doesn’t hear her knock." M. Twain