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Although the weather has been really great lately here in the Bay Area the past several days today it was just.. UGhHHHHh.. so miserable commuting here without a car, running errands, pants getting soaked.. I experienced all of these at lunch time and on the way back to the office snapped these pics below.

At least the weather is going to clear up some before my sister gets here. “yeaaaaahhhh”

I’ve been doing lots of cleaning and down-sizing over the past several days and tonight I came across the autograph of none other, best known for his portrayal as local detective Harry Callahan, the venerable Mr. Clint Eastwood.

Several years ago I was with some friends in Tosca Cafe (one of the best bar’s in SF) when Eastwood and Forrest Whitaker came strolling in to put back a few drinks. I forget what they were in town celebrating for, but its not uncommon to have a star-studded crowd at this 40’s style bar: absurdily eclectic, decidedly retro, and just hands-down very San Francisco.

Nevertheless, they were there, and I got his autograph. He was very nice, but still very stark and in that calm character of his. For a guy who has acted in over 60 films, directed over 30, and produced over 20, you don’t have to like the man, but yah gotta respect him.

” Fear lent him wings, as the saying goes …”

— Lt. Morris Schaffer (Where Eagles Dare/1968)

Today as I was on my way through the Presidio to Crissy Field to scope out some stuff for my Crawfish boil that’s coming up, I spotted the Presidio Pet Cemetery that you see here. I had heard about this small plot a few years ago, but had forgotten about it. This resting place has been around for over 50 years, and is the final home for not only dogs and cats, but pigeons, rabbits, macaws, hamsters, goldfish and lizards.

Alot of the markers resemble military style epitaphs, and given that the Presidio was once a military base, it makes sense. There was something really calm about this little area in the park, but it was also right underneath the highway leading to the Golden Gate Bridge.. so you could hear the “tha-thump….tha-thump…..tha-thump..” of the cars passing overhead. At least it wasn’t a thwack over the head like you might receive in some other pet cemeteries… uGh!

Now in some cities it may get you in minor trouble and hassle to have barnyard animals running around. Today I spotted a notably different sighting of a guy out “walking” his pet. A double take was definitely in order. This lamb is only a month old. I would think raising a lamb would be a tremendous responsibility–way more so than rearing a dog — and stink considerably more as well