The Island
Marie and I finally made it to Alameda, after years of cajoling from our more in-the-know friends. As promised, you go from industrial Oakland, over a bridge and through a timewarp into a sleepy beachfront-community. Visions of the Malibu chief of police throwing coffee mugs danced through my head.
It was a pretty fun cultural experience. The little main drag was nice. The food was great. The bars were actually enjoyable. Of course, it was "hella raining", and both Hangar One and the USS Hornet were closed by the time we got there, but we all had fun nonetheless.
I'm once again way behind in my picture-posting. I'll get right on that.