The Fog
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This classic poem by Carl Sandburg could've been written during a visit to San Francisco. This fog, which provides a kind of natural air conditioning, is both a blessing and a curse.
It starts encroaching from the West around dusk and lingers until morning when the sun causes it to retreat back out to sea. But sometimes, the fog is so thick, the sun loses the battle, and the skies remain overcast all day ...or at least over most of the city. There are those parts of the city that [almost] always remain sunny and warm.
When the fog remains, it can chill the air significantly, and despite Mr. Bennett's refrain, "The morning fog may chill the air; I don't care....", it can be damned unpleasant, even cold. It was Mark Twain who said, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." Despite his apparent wit, these words sometimes rings so very true.
On one such day, while traversing the Golden Gate Bridge in a convertible -- (why the top was down on such a cold day, I don't know) -- I spontaneous took a snapshot of one of the bridges towers, which was almost completely obscured by the fog ...it was that thick. So, to the myriad photographic representation of this famous span, I add this interpretation [of the bridge that you don't see].
I'm sitting here at 9:00 am, looking out the window at this waging battle between the elements, and as I see tiny patches of blue, I suspect, today, the sun will emerge victorious, but as yet, it's still quite chilly.
In the meantime, however, there are those who, whatever the weather, don't let it affect their wardrobe choices. It's summer and [he's] determined to wear his t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops*, as he walks alongside someone wearing a hooded parka buttoned up to the neck.
*(This is one more thing that goes on my list of "pet peeves". Rubber flip-flops are just plain tacky! They were okay as beach ware, but now, they've made the crossover to acceptable casual ware, which only makes them look all the more tacky! And no, it doesn't matter if they are made of leather by Manolo Blahnik and cost $200.00, they're still tacky!)
Quote of the Week: "Ask yourself whether you're happy, and you cease to be so."
It starts encroaching from the West around dusk and lingers until morning when the sun causes it to retreat back out to sea. But sometimes, the fog is so thick, the sun loses the battle, and the skies remain overcast all day ...or at least over most of the city. There are those parts of the city that [almost] always remain sunny and warm.
When the fog remains, it can chill the air significantly, and despite Mr. Bennett's refrain, "The morning fog may chill the air; I don't care....", it can be damned unpleasant, even cold. It was Mark Twain who said, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." Despite his apparent wit, these words sometimes rings so very true.

I'm sitting here at 9:00 am, looking out the window at this waging battle between the elements, and as I see tiny patches of blue, I suspect, today, the sun will emerge victorious, but as yet, it's still quite chilly.
In the meantime, however, there are those who, whatever the weather, don't let it affect their wardrobe choices. It's summer and [he's] determined to wear his t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops*, as he walks alongside someone wearing a hooded parka buttoned up to the neck.
*(This is one more thing that goes on my list of "pet peeves". Rubber flip-flops are just plain tacky! They were okay as beach ware, but now, they've made the crossover to acceptable casual ware, which only makes them look all the more tacky! And no, it doesn't matter if they are made of leather by Manolo Blahnik and cost $200.00, they're still tacky!)
Quote of the Week: "Ask yourself whether you're happy, and you cease to be so."

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