Good Times

Of all the adventures Frannie and I have had together, this one was certainly one of the most exciting. After getting our car window bashed in the night before in San Francisco and my laptop and thousands of CD's stolen, along with my favorite jeans and boat shoes, we decided to fork over the $40.00 it costed to park in the structure beneath the hotel. I guess that's what it took for us to realize that paying for parking might actually be worth something.
Anyway, once the car was safe, we went out on the town with Brian and Jennifer, visiting for one of Jen's nationwide choir tours. We went to the wharf and got some chowder in a bread bowl, some fresh crab, and other goodies. We went to the pier to look at the sunbathing sea lions. We took the famous Rice-a-Roni trolley at least three times through the entire city. We went to Ghiradelli Square. We had a ball. But all of that was nothing compared to the drive home wtih Fran, the windows down (having been bashed in the night before), the wind blowing through our hair, forests and farmland to our left, the Pacific Coast to our right... it was beautiful! It was wonderful! But I must say, four hours to drive from Frisco to San Jose simply wasn't cutting it. So we hopped on the 5 and took that ugly stretch of cement the rest of the way to L.A. Beautiful L.A...