Dixon is flat and I need hills upon which to train for the upcoming Bay 2 Breakers, because that sucker is uphill for a good mile or two at least. And we wanted to do some shopping in the touristy parts of San Francisco, so that was the logical place to go sweat and part from some cash.
We took the BART in (gawd, people, stop peeing on the train. It stinks) and started walking in the general direction we wanted to go, and then ran smack into this:
People protesting at Wells Fargo. And while I appreciate someone's right to protest, I don't appreciate them being dicks about it and intentionally impeding other people from being able to get from point A to point B, and it seemed to be that this smallish throng was determined to keep people from getting from one side to the other.
Which meant, of course, that we were pushing our way through whether they liked it or not. I wasn't going to turn around and walk down and over a block just to avoid them.
It wasn't a huge protest, but it had more than one city block of California closed off, typing up several police officers, and drew in a lot of news crews. Other than being really noisy, I'm not sure what they really hoped to accomplish. There was a shareholders meeting they tried to disrupt, but my understanding is that it was in another building entirely.
At least the street closure made it possible to get in the middle of the road and shoot a picture up California, the street that reminds me I am so not in hill shape anymore.
Protesters aside, we had a good time wandering around spending money. And I bought myself some new blue balls.
And look, we found the heart of San Francisco.
It's at Union Square, so if you go looking for it, you at least have a starting point.
We took the BART in (gawd, people, stop peeing on the train. It stinks) and started walking in the general direction we wanted to go, and then ran smack into this:
People protesting at Wells Fargo. And while I appreciate someone's right to protest, I don't appreciate them being dicks about it and intentionally impeding other people from being able to get from point A to point B, and it seemed to be that this smallish throng was determined to keep people from getting from one side to the other.
Which meant, of course, that we were pushing our way through whether they liked it or not. I wasn't going to turn around and walk down and over a block just to avoid them.
It wasn't a huge protest, but it had more than one city block of California closed off, typing up several police officers, and drew in a lot of news crews. Other than being really noisy, I'm not sure what they really hoped to accomplish. There was a shareholders meeting they tried to disrupt, but my understanding is that it was in another building entirely.
At least the street closure made it possible to get in the middle of the road and shoot a picture up California, the street that reminds me I am so not in hill shape anymore.
Protesters aside, we had a good time wandering around spending money. And I bought myself some new blue balls.
And look, we found the heart of San Francisco.
It's at Union Square, so if you go looking for it, you at least have a starting point.
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I have started walking, only a mile a day, but would not want to tackle that hill!
I have started walking, only a mile a day, but would not want to tackle that hill!
It looks worse than it really is. You walk up a block, then there's a cross street here you can catch your breath before tackling the next part of it. Still...if a you walk all the way up, your legs let you know it later...
Well, considering I've gone from bedridden to walker to cane (most of the time anyway) in the last 4 1/2 months, I think I could do it. It would just take me a little more time than everyone else (because determination is not a problem), but then I could enjoy the scenery a little more than them. :) We have a road in Nowheresville where we live that is similar in length and altitude (although ours is a dirt road... And I think that street has probably not seen a moose, deer, wild turkey or bear in quite a while.) I'll think of you in physical therapy and wish you well on your training... (with or without any wildlife involved) :)
We got a check from Wells Fargo yesterday for 11 cents.
No ones going to accuse them of charging too much interest on anything. Sheesh. But I suppose if they kept 11 cents off every account they dealt with they'd have quite a bit in ill-gotten moolah.
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