There’s just not enough romance and drama involved when seeing your loved one off on the train actually means saying goodbye at a bus stop along the Embarcadero. It’s sort of ironic that San Francisco — where mass transit is dogma — has no direct long-distance passenger rail service. Taking Amtrak from SF means taking a bus to the East Bay and THEN getting on a train…
Assuming, of course, that you can get a straight (or consistent) answer from anyone at Amtrak about how to purchase tickets…
Anyway, Mark’s off to Fresno again to clean up the mess caused by a bit of walking garbage named Steven Washburn. Anyone who reminds me that “he’s a human being” should be prepared for a tongue-lashing. I don’t much care what his motives were nor how brutal his childhood may have been…
I hit the road tomorrow so we can have a romantic Valentine’s weekend in a Red Roof Inn…
A few random thoughts for a Thursday evening:
- Proof positive that John Burton has been in office too long. He and Willie Brown need to go off and have their mutual masturbation sessions somewhere else.
- Animal rights terrorists and a machine politician have actually succeeded in making me support something as disgusting as foie gras. Amazing…
- Yes, it’s a holiday whose time has come…
- Speaking of stupid white people, I’m thinking of sending her a wedding invitation…
- Tuesday was my half-birthday. I didn’t get a single present. I guess you’re all waiting for the big four-o in August, right?