San Francisco and the USS Iowa

This usually is my personal blog where things like the beauty of California, family, photography, nature and all sorts of other things are celebrated.

However, I became aware of something today that has got me really upset:

Regarding San Francisco's Board of Stupivisors deciding NOT to take in the USS Iowa, I admit the first I heard of it was the post this morning on this on another blog. That is rather astounding given that I live 90 miles south of San Francisco and am a native of that fair city. It just makes me sick.

Forty plus years in the East and in Flatland / Flyover Country never took San Francisco out of my heart and being. This just might do the trick. I'm going to violate one of my ironclad rules, that being that I will never use profanity (apologies to Penelope). What a bunch of a$$holes! This old veteran is not amused.

I posted this on this blog not more than a month ago:

The City by the Bay

In 2000 I came back to San Francisco for the first time since I was a child. I was
born across the Bay in Berkeley. (Friends who know me well think that is just a
riot.) I have always loved the area. San Francisco is weird, outrageous and the
people who run it seem to be in closer touch with the mothership than they are
with the rest of this country. Long gone are its roots with the Italian
immigrants, the railroad robber barons, the Chinese businessmen, merchants and
fishermen, the military and everything else that made the city what it once was.
Yet it remains great, cutting edge and one of the most beautiful and
cosmopolitan cities in the world. I love the place.

I'm not so sure about that anymore!

Monterey John