We took a stroll through the Haight-Ashbury district and met up with Scott’s cousin Craig today. An avid collector of art and objects from around the world, he has a gong in his home office. I think everyone would enjoy work a little more if they had a gong in their office.
With the bikes parked in the garage, Craig and Larry gave us a driving tour of Golden Gate Park, after an excellent Thai lunch. From the luxury of the car we scoffed at the ridiculously steep San Francisco roads. Craig and Larry have lived in San Francisco since the 1970s. A city rich in history and culture it was interesting to hear about the changes they have seen over the years. We stopped at the Legion of Honor to take in a view of the city and The Thinker. So far, we have seen none of the characteristic San Francisco fog.
While in San Francisco we’re staying with my friend Jessica. We were neighbors growing up in rural upstate New York. And I mean real rural. Hampton was one light short of being a one stoplight town. In 2010, the population was 938. It was probably half that when we were kids. Dairy cows easily outnumbered people 3 to 1. So by neighbors I mean she lived a half mile away, but she was only three doors down.
It has been fun going down memory lane, complete with pictures chronicling the unfortunate fashion and hairstyles of the 1980s/90s. We are so thankful we went through the awkward years of puberty before the age of cell phones, digital cameras, and Facebook.