|
|
Sutro Heights |
The blanket that tucks
the City in most every night makes the entire month of July a great time
to listen to Billie Holiday recordings and think about the blues that make
you happy. The
fog makes every day seem like comfort
food that comes to the door special delivery around five o'clock, depending
on what part of town you call your own. Indeed, writers have more metaphors
than creditors when it comes to describing the San Francisco fog. The American
poet Carl Sandburg wrote perhaps the best known ode to San Francisco's famous
fog as follows:
"The fog comes Cats are okay, but when Mister SF sees the fog coming in over the Gate Bridge from the Marina, he's reminded of King Kong, the beast's fingers gently wrapped around the Empire State Building. No matter how you look at it, the fog is San Francisco's mood ring. Here's another shade. Foghorns The City's foghorns wail in a variety of sounds. There are sirens (single pitch contralto), the air horn (single pitch baritone), and the diaphone (various sounds, 200 decibels at max power.) |
|
Copyright 2002 Hank Donat |