Not that this will come as a surprise to anyone…

…but I clearly ought to be living somewhere urban, given my affinity for public transportation. Besides, it’s tough not to appreciate a cable car operator who says he only has two rules: “Do NOT lean out and do NOT fall off. I’m not coming back for you.” The Hail Mary at the top of the Washington Street hill was a nice touch, especially since I was just thinking about how the brake design on the Powell-line cars is about 130 years old…you’re going to smell something burning, but it’s worse if you don’t.

I like cable cars, I like fog, I like Irish coffee…remind me again why don’t we live in the city? Oh yes, because it costs more than a barn full of high-test gasoline. Sheesh.

Now we’re watching The Graduate and trying to figure out how you get to Berkeley going west on the Emperor Norton bridge. Oh, and where in the hell the Berkeley Zoo is. My guess is somewhere on Telegraph.

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