Back Again, At Last

We had a great time during the approximately half a weekend we got to spend in San Fran. We left Reno at about 6:30 Friday night. I had reserved a room at the Hotel Mark Twain off of little more than a map and a brief description on hotels.com. We got over the Bay Bridge and into The City at about 10:00, which is pretty good time from Reno. Unfortunately, I knew right away we might be in trouble.
Now let me preface this by saying that I love San Francisco. In addition to being America's Most Beautiful City, I think that it is also the coolest city in the world. For me, San Francisco will always be the restless, epic, half-crazy capital city of the West, a place that draws free spirits like a beacon, a city that belongs to the whole world and to no one, a city

So much as I find The City intriguing and exciting, I also know of it's dark side. And as we descended off the Bay Bridge and searched for the Hotel, the dark, neon-lit, desperate side of The City was on full display as we drove through what turned out to be one of the peninsula's more "questionable" neighborhoods. From the sidewalks, all manner of gang bangers and street people eyed us with something that seemed to fall between suspicion and lust. A few even waved us over to them as we drove slowly by; what intention they might have had in trying to contact us I don't know, and I do not regret that I never will know. By the time we found our destination, Melissa (being a good, Midwestern Catholic girl at heart) was in something of a state of shock, but as always she kept up an unflapable facade.
As it turned out the hotel was adequate enough (one interesting bit of trivia--world famous jazz singer Billie Holiday was once arrested there, and now has her picture over the front desk in honor of the incident) but was not, as I'd hoped, within walking distance of SBC Park. Plus, some jerk on the seventh floor took it upon himself to pull a fire alarm for no reason at 5 a.m. While I can't really say anything negative about the Hotel Mark Twain, I think next time we go to San Fran, we can do a lot better.

From there we drove north through the Presidio to the Golden Gate Bridge. If you've never been to San Fran, you might find the Presidio something of an anomaly, a gigantic former military complex that now exists primarily as public green space, occupying some of the most expensive real estate in the country. The government would probably make hundreds of millions if it were to sell it to private developers. But the Presidio, too, is an indelible part of The City. Melissa commented that one thing she really liked about San Fran is that like her beloved London, much space is given over to parks and public land. I was hoping to drive Melissa over to Marin County and up to the headlands to get my favorite view of The City behind the Bridge and in front of the Bay. It's truly a remarkable sight. Unfortunately (as is prone to happen) the headlands were completely fogged in and there wasn't much view to be had. But it gives us something to shoot for next time.
After returning to the Mark Twain we took the Metro to SBC. One thing I truly appreciate is the renaissance that America's big league baseball parks have enjoyed in the last ten or fifteen years. SBC (formerly Pac-Bell, formerly some other name that escapes me at the moment--corporate names are the only scourge of the ballpark renaissance) is one of those new ballparks that both looks back lovingly on baseball's long and quixotic history in this country, while simultaneously offering every modern convenience imaginable. Plus, the dastardly Cardinals went down 2-0. The Cards don't lose often these days, so you have to savor every one :-).
We ended the Day on Fisherman's Wharf. Melissa was still eager to see seals

I hated to return, but Melissa had to work on Sunday--the relentless life of a journalist. I would love some day to live in San Francisco. Heck, I would love just having enough money to be able to afford to live in San Francisco. It's not a real possibility right now, but it's nice knowing that it's so close by.
1 Comments:
Sounds like you had a great time. I have been to San Fran twice. Once was with you, when Dad cracked your forehead on the top of a cable car. Not on purpose, of course; you were not even a year old. The other time was when he had a thoracic conference to go to, so I had several days to wander around the city. I mostly walked and rode the cable cars; took a couple of tours with the other wives (we went to Sausalito, Muir Woods, and went through some of the "painted ladies" around Alamo Square.) The Presidio was still Army when Dad was in, and I think we had the opportunity to request to be sent there; we also could have asked for Hawaii, but both are very expensive if you don't get on-post housing. Yes, San Fran is definitely cool.
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