San Francisco!

I have just booked a mini-break to San Francisco because…


….because I can.


Virgin America has these little $79 each way flights right now. Pretty hard to resist. I can get a big old queen sized bed at the Hotel Triton for $150. So, a mini break in November seems perfect.


I don’t know what I would do if Virgin America was not flying down there. I hate Alaska Airlines with their creepy Christian propaganda. I so do not need a little flier with a printed prayer tucked in under my pretzels.


Then there is United and their crazy ass. I have not flown them since the Santa Fe fiasco and I never will again.


So Virgin America it is.


San Francisco.


I was always supposed to live there you know. When I was a small child I would listen to KGO Radio, 810 on your AM dial, on my small transistor radio late at night. Through the pre-dawn crackle and pop I would hear traffic reports and dream about being stuck in traffic on the Bay Bridge someday.


My first tiny taste of San Francisco was after I escaped from that psycho Linda Silberman in New Orleans. I had to change planes at SFO. I still remember flying over Death Valley and seeing the wall of the Sierra Nevada coming up out of nowhere. Then I got my first glimpse of downtown San Francisco from the air. That still kind of gives me chills.


When I got home I immediately started my new job at the Mermaid which had me traveling nonstop for a long time. In the 1990’s I was in San Francisco probably 15 times, usually with an expense account.


Then came the turn of the century. I discovered the Hawaiian Islands. I was not the first human being to discover the Hawaiian Islands, no, but I did discover them for myself and that forever changed my world. I am coming up on trip number 19 to Hawaii in March.


For a while I went through SFO to get to Hawaii so I could use United Miles. But then I discovered Hawaiian Airlines. No, I was not the first human being to discover Hawaiian Airlines, but I have never looked back since that first purple flight.


Oh and then came the Europe thing. UK, UK, UK, Italy, France, France, Spain. These are expensive trips man.


It was not intentional, but at some point I just kind of quit going to San Francisco.


But my left my heart there.


Doink.






More later……





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