Forget Comey's testimony, I've got proof !

Et voila ! There you have it !  Like the nose on your face ! Ten, TEN, Pageviews of my blog from Russia, ! I don't know anybody in Russia ! I've gotta figure out what to do, who to leak this too, what does this mean ? Plus my Safeway Just4U shopping List is infected with all kinds of Russian stuff. Russian Tea Cakes, Russian Salad, Russian Rye, Russian Dressing, caviar, blini, vodka, beets, cabbage rolls, piroshki, I don't even have a back channel !

"Breaking Away" - From The Homeless Camp - "They Got Us Working In Shifts"

I saw this homeless campsite under the freeway the other day, actually it was back in March, it was raining, cold, as I rode by I saw a little fire flickering inside. I kept thinking about the hazard and that Atlanta freeway that collapsed because of a fire, so I stopped at the Cop shop and Dispatch called The Homeless Officer out and we talked for about an hour.

Homeless Condo

The Officer was very well educated on the issue and we had an excellent talk on the problem and what can and can't be done and what he does. This guy was like a social worker but he had a different kind of background, 20 year military guy, with a non threatening demeanor and a kind of homeless looking image, spoke without any noticeable prejudice or bias.  So all this was a couple months ago.

Clint

It was a two way conversation, I tried to explain how I wasn't being a grouchy old "YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN!" kinda guy, that I've been trying to neutralize myself on the problem so I could understand it, and that I've had a heightened 'Situational Awareness' of it lately after having my own violent run in with a homeless guy.  I pretty much had the opinion that homeless people are like the gulls on Alcatraz, they shit anywhere they like, eat their young and the young of other species, have enormous space to breed and they're just a huge annoyance, and are protected by Federal Law.

Mr. Sang

So the 'violent run in', I'll give ya the short version here, I dropped off my car at Mr. Sang's  U&I Auto place and I was walking along Harrison near 5th, enjoying the deep SOMA ambiance, and as I was crossing a narrow street, Merlin, an alley really, this guy came around the corner on a bike and slammed into me full force knocking me down hard on my right shoulder.

Federally Protected Feral Primate Area

I got right up, so did the other guy, he picked up his bike and started yelling. He was wearing something like welding goggles and had a boom box strapped to his chest, he looked kinda homeless, definitely not a high tech millionaire, or even a sleazy hipster.  I think he was going to the camp down the street, if I got my locations right, I was kinda dazed and confuzed.  He was escalating the conflict and I didn't want to.

The 38 Geary Bus

I couldn't move my arm so I walked away up to Market & 3rd, it was a long walk.  I located the stop for the 38 Geary bus, a girl gave me her seat on the packed bus, I must have been radiating pain waves, plus I was bleeding all over the hand hold, and so rode out to the SF VA Medical Center ER.

I think it's that one

So basically the one tendon on the top front of the shoulder snapped like a rubber band and all the other parts of the joint got kinda slammed and roughed up. Doing some Physical Therapy Rehab, the therapist says that I have a lot of well developed muscles and strength and so the Rehab might enable those other muscles to compensate.

But I requested they schedule the surgery anyway in case the shoulder can't get back into a usable condition for an active life.  I have a big fear that everything will just gradually wear out and I'll wind up in a wheel chair with an oxygen tube up my nose, sitting outside the VA in a Vietnam Veteran hat, bumming smokes.

SFPD HQ on 3rd nr Mission Rock

Eventually I got around to filing a report with the SFPD to secure any Victim's Assistance I can get from Ed Lee's Department Of Homelessness , and while I was there I had a cool side effect, I ran into Connie who used to work at Alcatraz.  Maybe some of you remember her ?

Oh, let me add this, almost forgot.  The Cop that took the report musta been new, his uniform and all the leather looked right outa the box.  Later he called me and asked some questions to help in his investigation.  I knew he was trying to be a good cop but all I could think of was that scene in The Big Lebowski when The Dude got his Torino back and he asks the cop if they 'got any promising, uh, leads?'  Press on the picture of the Cop below to play the video.

So it's been months and anyway, this is nothing !  Wait til you hear the rest that happened.  Stay tuned to WKRP for 'the rest of the story'.     

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

Maybe you and me were never meant to be, but baby think of me once in awhile. That's from the WKRP theme sung by Steve Carlisle, the story of a break up where 'the price for finding me was losing you' as he tells it.  According to Wikipedia "WKRP in Cincinnati is an American sitcom that featured the misadventures of the staff of a struggling fictional radio station in Cincinnati, Ohio. The show was created by Hugh Wilson and was based upon his experiences working in advertising sales at Top 40 radio station WQXI in Atlanta. Many of the characters and even some of the stories (including season 1 episode 7, "Turkeys Away") are based on people and events at WQXI."

Andy Travis

Andy Travis is played by Gary Sandy and "For the most part, program director Andy Travis serves as the straight man for the eccentric staff of the station he has been hired to run. Before coming to WKRP, he had an unblemished record of turning around failing radio stations, but meets his match in his wacky staff members, of whom he becomes distressingly fond. The show's opening theme song is about Andy and his decision to settle down in Cincinnati." so continues Wikipedia, and so the fictional Andy apparently had a breakup before joining WKRP in Cincinnati.

I was listening to a real radio station one weekend, doing a bunch of stuff in the garage and tuned into KSAN and I noticed how so much rock and roll was about love, relationships and breaking up.  I started writing down the songs but lost the list but still remember a lot of them, and they're ones I've always liked.  But it's not just rock&roll, and it's not just music, just look at all those romance novels with Fabio on the cover, magazines at the checkout stand, TV shows, Museums are filled with Romantic art and sculpture, libraries are full of romantic literature, just consider the great themes of music, drama, dance and opera. Art imitates life and life is full of romance, and breakups.

ATHF Carl with The Foreigner Belt

I listened to so much Foreigner that weekend I really started feeling like a Dirty White Boy.  Cold As Ice is one of those troubled songs, there's so many, like Bon Jovi's You Give Love A Bad Name .  And what about this ?  J. Geils Band - Love Stinks .  Hmm, musta been the OD of hair bands that made me feel that way.

Afghans

I always thought this was a beautiful song, tender, not sure what it was about, not sure if they were breaking up or making up, but after seeing this Whitesnake video Is This Love  I kinda didn't respect myself in the morning, like my skin had a rancid, sweaty, smoky, cologne-hair product sheen, ew. Sometimes they know the love is bad but gotta have it anyway like this one from Pat Benatar Heartbreaker.    Whew, enough hair bands.

Patti LaBelle

Kind of a softer emotion running through this Golden Oldie by The Stylistics Break Up To Make Up , tender, vulnerable.  Here's Hall & Oates with She's Gone , and I was crazy about this one for a while, Keyshia Cole, Enough Of No Love ft. Lil Wayne.  And I can't let this one go by, Sunshine Anderson - Heard It All Before , I love it.  One more that shows both sides of a separation.  Patti LaBelle - On My Own ft. Michael McDonald , it tells the story.  I couldn't include them all but you get the idea, WKRP is after all a Rock&Roll Station even if it is at the bottom of the Chart, it's where I live.

There's always a good story to a love affair, a relationship, a marriage and a break up, any kind of loss, health, a job, a situation, a friend, there's a lot of emotion, blame, anger, hurt, guilt, injury, damage, regret, sometimes violence and always a price to pay.  Even when people get over it and 'move on with their life', there's still a memory, maybe a scar, some kind of evidence that there was something there, something shared until the other party took more than they gave, it's always the other party.  Then there's the “It's not you, it's me” excuse, has that ever helped mend a broken heart (thanks Rev. All Green) ?  Anyway, what's it all mean ?  Maybe you and me were never meant to be, but baby think of me once in awhile.

Enough With The Packing Already

Not my Boarding Pass

Ever seen one of these ?  It's a "Secondary Security Screening Selection” boarding pass marked SSSS. One summer long ago Jackie and I went to Italy to see Colleen, we stayed for a week in an updated apartment constructed in the 1200s in this tiny hilltop town in Tuscany called Petroio, famous for terracotta pottery.  Every night we went to our village Festa De Unita party sponsored by the Democratici di Sinistra, The Democrats of the Left, and our German Green Party innkeepers/hosts told me that 'Bushie' wouldn't let me back into the US after spending dollars and partying with German and Italian Communists.

Party Emblem

Later that fall we were at SFO and Jackie and I tried to board our United flight for Las Vegas and the Agent said there was a problem with my ticket and she couldn't issue me a boarding pass. She took my bag and separated Jackie and her bag from me. Then a polite but serious young woman, well dressed in a gray business suit, came to the counter and took me aside to a desk and began to question me, she was polite but firm, while typing on the computer and talking on her cell phone with some urgency.

TSA Abuse

She asked many questions, I guess you could call it an interview ( interrogation? ) . After a while she had the Agent ticket my bag and issue me a boarding pass, and the well dressed, polite but firm young woman wrote "SSSS" on it in red pen and told me I was a special class of passenger. When I asked what was going on she told me not to worry about it, and when I asked if this would continue to happen she told me, "Yes, until your profile changes."

Current TSA Note

At the Gate I was shunted by the nylon tape ropes to a boarding line all my own that went to the wall, yes, I was facing a wall, while my boarding pass was examined, finally after some 'enhanced' screening I was seated next to Jackie. I had a 'profile'. At McCarran my bag did not come off the carousel, I dutifully filled out 'ze papahz', kept the receipt and some time later my bag arrived at the hotel with my stuff all messed up and a formal note telling me my bag had been randomly selected for inspection, ahem.

Baltimore & Hurricane Isabel

I thought it was the Revenge of Bush becaused I partied with the Communist party.  This happened a couple more times then stopped, my profile changed, apparently.  I finally figured out what happened. I flew UAL to the East coast with my kids in September, right into Hurricane Isabel.  On the way back I got off the plane at SFO instead of Sacramento, my ticketed 'ultimate destination', by then I learned to fly with a carry on only. Conner told me they came through the plane looking for me. I broke some Airline rule by not completing my flight, according to United. So that was it, the Airline determines this, not the TSA.

I had a few gripes with United when I was a Marine and flew in uniform at three quarters fare, but I'll skip that for now.  I wonder if Mister/Doctor ( did he get his license back ) Dao will get special selection by the airlines when next he flies ?  Hmmm...

No Particular Place To Go

Wow, where was Chuck Berry when he made this recording ?  I don't know but I'm guessing "Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens". 

Historic 'castle' building in Visitation Valley

So we wound up at Breakfast At Tiffany's on San Bruno Avenue this morning, it's over the hill from us, on the other side of McLaren Park.  In The Portola (POUR-duh-luh) District, San Bruno Avenue is right alongside the Bayshore Freeway, and if you start at Silver Avenue it goes South past Mansell Street and Paul Avenue and merges with Bayshore Blvd. at Viz Valley, across from where Schlage Lock used to be and that place that looked like a castle.

Silvestri's 'log cabin' showroom

Keep going on Bayshore and you get to Geneva Avenue and The 7 Mile House and across the street at the City/County line is a rough wood structure that was called George's Log Cabin and is now Silvestri's . Keep going on Bayshore, when you get to the light at the top of the hill, behind the low shoulder of San Bruno Mountain on the left or East, is where the Brisbane Rod and Gun Club shooting range usta be.

Bullitt chase scene, Mustang and Charger

To the right Guadalupe Canyon Parkway peels off over San Bruno Mountain to Daly City, my friend used to call it NBC Mountain because of all the antennas.  Just uphill from the intersection is where the chase in Bullitt ends in a fiery crash when the Charger hits a gas station.  Go straight and at the bottom of the hill on the right is Brisbane, City Of The Stars.

You following me ?  Been down there lately ?  Didn't think so.  Not your hood 'eh ?  Kind of a place for old timers that is in the middle of a transformation.  If you walk those couple blocks around Bacon and Burrows you'd think you were in Chinatown, then there's a couple of taquerias and the surprisingly large (once you go inside) La Loma Produce at Bacon, right under the freeway.  It's worth checking out if you've got no particular place to go, there's even a Four Barrel Coffee and a Brewery Pub there, FDR, and you don't need to pack a bag.

Got Kind Of Tired Of Packing And Unpacking ...

I've never lived 'town to town'.  Except for my humble beginnings and early days and a couple years in SE Asia and SoCal, I've lived all my life in SF.  However, when I worked for the NPS I did move around a lot, just about lived out of a locker and car trunk.  I did duty at two sites, with four offices and had four lockers. I kept clean uniforms, boots, socks, civilian clothes, foul weather gear, flashlight, gym stuff, shoes, books, paperwork, soap, sunblock, foot powder, moisturizer, toothpaste, medicine and first aid kits in my car and locker. I had boxes of food, water, juice, soda, utensils and stuff and a cooler to keep things cold and fresh, so I had a lot of bags.  Be Prepared, like a Boy Scout.

I never had a desk, phone or computer of my own like everybody else, and could never leave anything lying around, so I locked it up all every night before I left so it would still be there when I returned.  In the Marine Corps I learned to pack a bag, foot locker or any kind of space so I could find everything in the dark, and I never grew out of that.  It didn't matter where I was, day or night, I always knew where everything was. But after a while I 'got kinda tired of packing and unpacking'.

Not gonna belabor the point but there is that emotional baggage we carry around, gets really tiring.  I saw a cartoon drawing once, it had a boat pulling in to a place called 'Resentment Harbor', unloading baggage onto a growing pile on the dock. Clever, easier said than done, box it up, label it WKRP and send it Fed Ex Express.  WKRP is where you wind up, you drop your bags and stay there.  All the characters on the show finally found a place to just be.

Wait a minute, hold on, what's that ?  Damn, been months since I tried to do an update, and as soon as I start typing on the computer I get a visual migraine. Going blind for a while, be back in a bit, no worries, usually not painful, leaves me as good or bad as I ever was.  OK, I'm back, just a small one, undersize, had to throw it back, maybe my powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men took care of it, or that trick I learned from Werner Erhard when I took EST way back in 1971.