Today in My History

2000:  My Day
2001:  An "Art-ful" Day
2002:  Nice Weather for Ducks
2003:  Clear Conscience
2004:  Is Alzheimers Contagious?
2005:  The Long Commute
Moving On
2007: Back at the Beginning Again
2008:  Imagination
2009:  One at a Time
2011:  Hitting the Wall
2012: Typo-ville
2013: Got Nothin' for Ya
Today at Logos
2015: Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
2016: Roller Coasters
2018: Soporific
2019: Old, Old Long-time Friends

2020: Saturday 9

2020: Sunday Stealing

Books Read in 2022
 Updated 3/13
"The Friendship Quilts"

My family

Bev's 65 x 365

Books Read in 2022
Books Read in 2021
Books Read in 2020

Books Read in 2019
Books Read in 2018

Books Read in 2017
Books Read in 2015
Books Read in 2014
Books Read in 2013

Books Read in 2012
Books Read in 2011
Books Read in 2010

Cast (updated 7/16)

(you know how to fix it)

Some Background Links:
The Philosophy of Juice & Crackers
The story of Delicate Pooh
The story of the Pi´┐Żata Group
Pumpkin pies
Who IS this Gilbert person anyway?

Scavenger Hunt

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21 March 2022

It took several years -- about 15, I believe -- for me to think of Davis as home.  The day that I drove over the hills that took me into the valley and I felt like I was going home, I knewI had finally adjusted to living away from the San Francisco bay area..

Davis is a nice town in which to live, but it doesn't have one thing that I miss about San Francisco.  Fog.

I loved waking up in the morning to a foggy street, and going to bed at night listening to the sound of the fog horns.

I remember how disappointed I was on our first trip to London.  All of the old movies you see about London show it filled with fog everywhere and in all of the trips we've made to London, I don't think I have seen fog once.

When you drive home from San Francisco to Davis and pass empty fields, you'll find fog rising out of them and across the highway, but once you get to where there are buildings, you don't see fog any more.

There was only one time I remember feeling afraid in fog.  We were driving to Santa Barbara and it was night time when we ran into heavy fog.  I was driving and literally could not see the car in front of me.  I got so nervous I had to find a place to pull off the freeway and let Walt drive.

I hate it when the fog is so thick that cars drive the normal rate of speed.  I always slow down if I have to drive through fog.

But I love going somewhere like Greens restaurant in Ft. Mason, where I can sit and look out on the Golden Gate bridge, covered in fog.

I feel sorry for tourists who come to visit the city in the summertime and come with their lightweight cotton clothes and no heavy coats and stand shivering in the fog.  Summer is one of the predictably cold times in the city.  Mark Twain is quoted as saying (though apparently he never said it) "the coldest winter I ever felt was summer in San Francisco."

The thing about fog is that it may sit outside the bridge all day.  Crossing the Golden Gate bridge, you can see it off on the ocean just sitting there, and then around 4 p.m., like there is a timer set, it starts rolling in and soon is covering the city.

We have had days of fog here in Davis, where the street gets foggy until the sun comes up, but it's never the cozy fog of San Francisco.





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