Four score and seven years ago I should have wrote this blog, but better late than never ever. This is installment #2 of my San Francisco series, and this one is titled
Late Emancipation because finally I have some free time to write this. Here's a gem that I forgot to include in the last blog, it's a pretty nice panorama at the fisherman's wharf. Click it to get the full detail.
So the next day in San Francisco we spent some good ole recreational time at the Golden Gate park. First we trekked from Bart to Muni and then walked into the park, stopping first at the Japanese Tea Garden. The tea garden was interesting, but I wouldn't pay admission again.
I would say that the peace and serenity of the tea garden
freed me of stress, not quite to nirvana yet though. Ah east meets West, the beautiful Japanese culture at its most
finest mediocre.
Here's Mr. Twogood strolling through the garden.
This next section, let peace and serenity just pull you into a world of blissful
freedom as I stop commenting for a little.
After we found that the bridge was unsafe we headed out to grab some food at a nearby sandwich shop, not the greatest, but solid. If you ever go into a place like this...don't use their bathroom.
After a roast beef sandwich, chicken burrito, and Caesar salad or what not, we headed back into the park, this time to where we could
free ourselves from the rigors of adulthood. The playground was fun but too many kids running around taking up all the fun equipment.
We found this fake wave thing that was fun to stand on and we got some nice pictures. We still had fun even though we were college kids amidst a sea of 3 year olds.
Jenny's mom said Tiffany is very photogenic, I think there's a small amount of that going on in this picture, but mostly just a good photographer.
After the park, we decided to romp around SF and visit some places key stone places for me, like The Hundreds store. They have a Disney collab going on right now, and I like it, because I do like Disneyland for the most part because of how free I feel riding space mountain. The Hundreds is Huge.
After that we hit up Niketown and I finalllllly got my hyperdunks in red, I doubt you guys will ever see them, but they are sickk. They're made of flywire.
We need more people who are as motivated as this guy, look familiar?
Today we embark on bart and stop off at the embarcadero to take pier 33 to the infamous Alcatraz island.
Oh how "The Rock" did invite us visitors whole-heartedly.
It's amazing to think of how many people have been incarcerated here over the many years, Birdman, Al Capone, and its crazy how many men had to spend their lives here.
We took an audio tour of the island and the cell which was really fun because we got to know a lot about the history and what really happened on the island, it was the closest anyone could get to reliving the glory days of The Rock.
Men fought long, vigorous battles for their mostly likely undeserved
freedom. Men struggled to get off this rock with every ounce of energy they had left in their bodies. Inmates hijacked the arms storage room, while others have tried to swim in the frigid water. It seems that men will always fight for their freedom no matter the circumstance. As I recall "
Every man has a right to risk his own life for the preservation of it". I think of preservation of life meaning that one has an enjoyable life outside of incarceration, because in such a place it seems all life is left at the door.
The experiencing was enlightening and left me awe struck at the amazing history contained within manufactured metal bars and steel cages connected with plastered, indistinguishable white brick walls. As your eye saw how far the cement in the prison stretched, you took your current
freedom for less granted.
It's insanely ironic how such a hell hole incarceration could be, the views from the island were among the best within the entire bay. Once we got out of the cell house, we were
free to roam the beautiful island as the cold, unchained wind reminded us just where we were.
As we got back and walked around the embarcadero still I thought, who of us is truly free? Didn't Jean-Jacques Rosseau say "
Man is born free, and everywhere he is in shackles. " This one is just weird. I never did like these leash things, why not just watch the child you love, especially if you only are watching one.
After some trivial fun we headed back to the bart station, not without being confronted by another act of man fighting for his freedom. We unknowingly came up to a protest, one in which people were protesting for the freedom of the Palestinians from the Israeli attacks. It was quite hectic as energy was in the air and people were voicing their opinions over megaphones and through waving flags. It was difficult just to get up the street to bart.
I'm not sure what I think about this whole fiasco, I don't really know much about it. But I caught one person that I more naturally agree with:
Well that was it for this section, thanks for listening, I've got one more installment of SF and then it's off to the real world again. I hope everyone has a good weekend, and don't undervalue your
freedom, let you self be
free of anything holding you back in any part of your life. As we celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. Day, remember to fight for your own freedoms, because no one else will.
So the next day in San Francisco we spent some good ole recreational time at the Golden Gate park. First we trekked from Bart to Muni and then walked into the park, stopping first at the Japanese Tea Garden. The tea garden was interesting, but I wouldn't pay admission again.
I would say that the peace and serenity of the tea garden freed me of stress, not quite to nirvana yet though. Ah east meets West, the beautiful Japanese culture at its most 
Here's Mr. Twogood strolling through the garden.
This next section, let peace and serenity just pull you into a world of blissful freedom as I stop commenting for a little.
After we found that the bridge was unsafe we headed out to grab some food at a nearby sandwich shop, not the greatest, but solid. If you ever go into a place like this...don't use their bathroom.
After a roast beef sandwich, chicken burrito, and Caesar salad or what not, we headed back into the park, this time to where we could free ourselves from the rigors of adulthood. The playground was fun but too many kids running around taking up all the fun equipment.
We found this fake wave thing that was fun to stand on and we got some nice pictures. We still had fun even though we were college kids amidst a sea of 3 year olds.
Jenny's mom said Tiffany is very photogenic, I think there's a small amount of that going on in this picture, but mostly just a good photographer.
After the park, we decided to romp around SF and visit some places key stone places for me, like The Hundreds store. They have a Disney collab going on right now, and I like it, because I do like Disneyland for the most part because of how free I feel riding space mountain. The Hundreds is Huge.
After that we hit up Niketown and I finalllllly got my hyperdunks in red, I doubt you guys will ever see them, but they are sickk. They're made of flywire.
We need more people who are as motivated as this guy, look familiar?
Today we embark on bart and stop off at the embarcadero to take pier 33 to the infamous Alcatraz island.
Oh how "The Rock" did invite us visitors whole-heartedly.
It's amazing to think of how many people have been incarcerated here over the many years, Birdman, Al Capone, and its crazy how many men had to spend their lives here.
We took an audio tour of the island and the cell which was really fun because we got to know a lot about the history and what really happened on the island, it was the closest anyone could get to reliving the glory days of The Rock.
Men fought long, vigorous battles for their mostly likely undeserved freedom. Men struggled to get off this rock with every ounce of energy they had left in their bodies. Inmates hijacked the arms storage room, while others have tried to swim in the frigid water. It seems that men will always fight for their freedom no matter the circumstance. As I recall " Every man has a right to risk his own life for the preservation of it". I think of preservation of life meaning that one has an enjoyable life outside of incarceration, because in such a place it seems all life is left at the door.
The experiencing was enlightening and left me awe struck at the amazing history contained within manufactured metal bars and steel cages connected with plastered, indistinguishable white brick walls. As your eye saw how far the cement in the prison stretched, you took your current freedom for less granted.
It's insanely ironic how such a hell hole incarceration could be, the views from the island were among the best within the entire bay. Once we got out of the cell house, we were free to roam the beautiful island as the cold, unchained wind reminded us just where we were.
As we got back and walked around the embarcadero still I thought, who of us is truly free? Didn't Jean-Jacques Rosseau say "Man is born free, and everywhere he is in shackles. " This one is just weird. I never did like these leash things, why not just watch the child you love, especially if you only are watching one.
After some trivial fun we headed back to the bart station, not without being confronted by another act of man fighting for his freedom. We unknowingly came up to a protest, one in which people were protesting for the freedom of the Palestinians from the Israeli attacks. It was quite hectic as energy was in the air and people were voicing their opinions over megaphones and through waving flags. It was difficult just to get up the street to bart.
I'm not sure what I think about this whole fiasco, I don't really know much about it. But I caught one person that I more naturally agree with:
Well that was it for this section, thanks for listening, I've got one more installment of SF and then it's off to the real world again. I hope everyone has a good weekend, and don't undervalue your freedom, let you self be free of anything holding you back in any part of your life. As we celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. Day, remember to fight for your own freedoms, because no one else will.
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