Posted February 10th, 2011 at 09:17 AM by chas
“Ah, zee beaver, ‘e is dead. All zee family, zey could not survive zee ‘arsh wintair! C’est dommage—what a pity!“
--Jacques Cousteau, TV Nature Series
San Francisco is just about the most perfect place on earth, in many respects. Of course, it might fall into the sea at any moment, but except for that… In September of 1979, I went there to stay with a couple who had been college pals. He was a sophisticated and caustic fellow, but at Beloit College in Wisconsin, I’d seen him dance around like a child at his first experience of snow. In SF, the temperature stays in the seventies all year long, so he’d never seen any before.
From the tower of a revolving restaurant above the harbor, you can see Alcatraz, the Old Clock Tower, and of course the Golden Gate Bridge—a famous bridge is how any respectable coastal city can be known; here in NYC we have many of them; the closest to GG being the long span of the Verrazano Narrows Bridge....