My 40 minute train ride turned out to be 2 hours long today. First the train ahead of us got stuck in the trans-bay tube for some reason. We sat behind it in the tube for about 20 minutes or so before they gave up and backed us up and back out of the tunnel to West Oakland. Announcements on the public address system advised us to "seek alternate transportation" to the city. Being in West Oakland there was no alternate transportation! So I waited. And waited. And waited. Finally they got the two sections of the broken train out of the tunnel in front of us and we headed into the city. About 1/2 way through the tube the brakes on OUR train locked up, filling the car with foul smelling burnt brake smoke and bringing us to a halt yet again. Eventually the brakes were fixed and we made it into San Francisco.
I didn't make our local Tea Party , but it pulled hundreds of people as well... Tea, anyone? from Father Hollywood by Father Hollywood Like hundreds of thousands of other Americans, the Hollywoods enjoyed a tea party this past Wednesday. "Tea party" (wink wink). Nothing subversive about sipping a little Darjeeling, eh wot? Nothing to see here, Miss Napolitano. Anyway, our local festivities were held at Veterans Memorial Boulevard in Metairie. There were literally thousands of people crammed into the neutral ground (though on that day, the ground was anything but...), as cars and trucks poured by the busy boulevard laing on their horns in support. Here are pictures. And like every such gathering in our environs, there was even a brass band and an improptu "second line" parade. It was a "party" after all. But it was a party with a serious reason. The crowds were so overwhelming that it was hard to hear the speakers, and unfortunately, we did have a fe...