On April 1 of 2022, I wrote that the night before I rode to Van Ness and market and met a whole bunch of people. We rode the length of Van Ness Red lanes and back. I took pictures of us.
There were metermaids at two spots. An MTA representative was setting up for a press conference at Geary. I noted that the ride up was hard but way easier when there are no cars. The far side was fun. The turnaround was hard at Chestnut because the lane ends. When we passed Geary there were more people getting ready for the press conference.
At the Veterans Memorial buildings I spoke to a couple of acquaintances who were part of an environmentalist group. We discussed my old coworker. We drank beer. I spoke to a couple of old school people too.
A small group ascended to the press conference. We kind of rolled into the cameras. The whole thing ended pretty quickly but the MTA Director and some people from the board spoke.
Unfortunately a guy in a Ferrari showed up and started acting rude. A bunch of us conspired to disrupt his situation. The guy assaulted a cameraman and a cop showed up.
A number of us were itching to go so everyone not involved went to Benders. We actually tried to go to Zeitgeist but it didn’t work out. Everyone else showed up later. Apparently the Ferrari guy got arrested.
We chatted over tots until 9 o’clock when they kicked us out of the parklet. I went home then.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Monday, February 27, 2023
Friday, February 3, 2023
Rio Vista
In the morning of March 19, 2022, I got the boys dressed and fed. Then after I got stuff for dad from the store and had a coffee and the four of us packed up and got in the car to visit the town of Rio Vista.
The trip was OK. Dad thought Lincoln Way was cursed so he drove up Portola. On the 80 he drove too fast and I yelled at him. By Fairfield he had calmed down.
The Western Railroad Museum is a bookstore, library and four warehouses. It also has a yard and a short line. We looked at the books and then a few of the SFMTA trains. There were also key line trains and some others like the Sacramento Northern Railroad.
A while later we got on a San Diego Trolley and headed down the track to the town of Pantone. The whole thing was exciting. It was an SNRR right of way. Back at the museum we looked at SNRR locomotives and other cars before I gave the boys a snack.
The ride home was on Highway 12, 160 and four. We went through Lafayette and back to the bay bridge. Back in the city Hayes Street was not very fun but the rest was OK.
Back home I made a trip to the store and Dad made us spaghetti and my niece came by to babysit because I had plans for attending the Midnight Mystery Ride. I noted also that I would need some luck.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
The trip was OK. Dad thought Lincoln Way was cursed so he drove up Portola. On the 80 he drove too fast and I yelled at him. By Fairfield he had calmed down.
The Western Railroad Museum is a bookstore, library and four warehouses. It also has a yard and a short line. We looked at the books and then a few of the SFMTA trains. There were also key line trains and some others like the Sacramento Northern Railroad.
A while later we got on a San Diego Trolley and headed down the track to the town of Pantone. The whole thing was exciting. It was an SNRR right of way. Back at the museum we looked at SNRR locomotives and other cars before I gave the boys a snack.
The ride home was on Highway 12, 160 and four. We went through Lafayette and back to the bay bridge. Back in the city Hayes Street was not very fun but the rest was OK.
Back home I made a trip to the store and Dad made us spaghetti and my niece came by to babysit because I had plans for attending the Midnight Mystery Ride. I noted also that I would need some luck.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
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