A few weeks ago, after getting my junk groped by a strange guy, I flew TransLove Airways up to my city by the bay. I wore flowers in my hair as I walked around Haight Ashbury. It was a real Love-In, man, sittin’ on the dock of the bay, wastin’ time…

Eric Burdon and the Animals fell in love with The City by the Bay after performing at the legendary Monterey music festival. One problem with this song, the street is called Haight (pronounced Hate), but Eric sings, “Cop’s face, is filled with hate. Heaven’s above, he’s on a street called Love.” I think the Doors sung about Love Street, but that was where he and his girlfriend lived in the Laurel Canyon area of metro Los Angeles. That’s a long way away from San Francisco, man.

For the record (no pun intended), I didn’t have a very good time in San Francisco. There are FAR too many dangerous looking homeless people lurking about. Apparently, the local government doesn’t know how to keep their citizens safe and their streets clean. Whatever they’re doing up there, it ain’t working. They should try something else. I had an opportunity to watch Stevie Wonder live, but that never happened. After waiting in the front of a huge line for over an hour, I got right up near center stage, only to find that there were absolutely no chairs anywhere. I had a really sore foot that day, and I knew I couldn’t stand on it another couple of hours or more. So, before the music started, I got out of there. I thought there was some kind of law that venues like this have to accommodate people who have special physical needs. I wonder why that doesn’t apply to people like me!