San Francisco Part Two
I’d hate for anyone to think that it’s all doom and gloom. After all, I did just go on vacation with Sarah.
We walked from the Palace of Fine Arts to Sausalito via the Golden Gate Bridge, then took a ferry back. I am terrified of heights, so I accidentally crapped my pants while crossing the bridge.
Again: we need to go back.
Okay, so we ALL need to get the hell out of Dodge. Dodge is depressing.
What about actually facing Dodge head-on? Road trip to Ft. Dodge, IA this summer?
Sarah, my dear, you knoweth not whateth you asketh. Fort Dodge iseth hell! Yea, verily.
Yes, dear Christ, Sarah, you sado-masochist! Let’s just make it East Bumblefuck and call it good.
Please allow me to direct your attention to the closed Dairy Queen and abandoned hotel that I photographed in Fort Dodge in April of 2005:
Jesse doesn’t mention that the closed Dairy Queen was one block from our house and the closed hotel is where I had my court reporting office for 10 years. Ah, the memories…. Ack, the memories!!
Your girlfriend is the prettiest.
Aw, shucks.
Jeez, Lisa, don’t give Sarah a big head. It’ll ruin her good looks.