“If you go to San Fransciso, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.” Or if you can’t get flowers, try cannabis joints. That’s right. We’re on the West Coast and in the home of hippydom and the mildly confused and schitzophrenic.
Judy and I arrived in the early hours and have been welcomed with open arms by this most laid back of cities. Of course, the chances are that the city isn’t laid back at all, just heavily sedated, but I’m not going to complain after the flight we had. The journey to California turned me white. We hit turbulence somewhere over the Mid-West and Judy filled four sick bags before she was done. I’m normally a good flier but when we plummeted three thousand feet, I muttered a few prayers to the Great One. I don’t know if Michael Grade heard me but the flight levelled out from then on.
Today we’re off to see the Golden Gate Bridge and some cultural landmarks including Alcatraz Island before we drive to Los Angeles in the next day or so. For the moment, have some San Franciso facts. Did you know that the city has more hairdressers than any other place on the planet but not one of them advertise a flower-arranging service for your hair? Tony Bennett’s song, ‘I Left My Heart in San Franciso’, has led to a business in burying hearts for people all over the world and it now has three hearts-only graveyards. Although the Dirty Harry films were filmed in San Franciso, as was the Steve McQueen film, ‘Bullett’, did you know that it actually has few gunfights involving Magnum .44s and last year not a single car chase down the city’s famous tiered streets?
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At last - a really sexy image of a really sexy man with something hard in his hand.
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