I think the Haight’s Station 12 might have them beat though:
First, the giant mural of Romolo was all like this:
But now it’s all like this – I haven’t been through this way since it got painted over, thusly:
“I’m done with them. That’s why the mural is painted over,” Sherry said. She said that during the 2004 restoration, which took almost a year, she worked on the mural six days a week for almost a year and was only compensated for transportation and lunch. “It was an absolute nightmare,” she said. “All they could pay me was coming out of their poor little pockets, so I accepted it because at the time I could afford to take a lot of time to do this. … So I basically just did the work, and they let it go to hell again.
There was a theory that murals discourage graffiti. I don’t know well that theory worked out…
Things were a little contentious for a while there, what with the crew from Save Stow Lake, who supported the former vendor what operated this place. Get a taste of that conflict here. (And see what became of SaveStowLake.org down below – it’s kind of funny.)
Here it is, looking more like Camp Crystal than what you’d expect to see in Frisco:
Here’s your seating area for the cafe. The worry back in the aughts was that this room was going to go upscale, become an upscale dining establishment. That didn’t happen.
Now back in the day, the old vendor simply raised prices without telling/getting permission from Rec and Park, so today’s prices are basically the same as back in the aughts. The new Family Boat seats six, I figure.
Le Cafe, complete with pink popcorn for sale, as was desired by the alarmist preservationists who supported the former vendor:
Oh, this is new – room rentals
I don’t think the Save Stow Lake people saw this coming, ’cause I don’t recall them complaining about the specter of private parties in a public park, oh well. I think it’s like $100 an hour to have a birthday party in a rented room these days. Naturally, visitors will think a bathroom is where all the people are milling about, so this sign keeps them out and points them across the street, fair ‘nough.
Now if conditions get too rough for you out on the high seas of this quite artificial “lake,” well you can always dial the snack bar and they’ll talk you home, like the air traffic controllers from Airport ’75
So that’s your update.
Now, here’s what’s become of SaveStowLake.org. So who’s selling what here? IDK, but, from Japan, it’s the “Telephone Lady” who has tax tips for you:
Anyway, that’s the bizarre end to the bizarre movement to “save” Stow Lake, which of course is still with us even though these Save Stow Lake people lost, big-time.
“There has been speculation among officials that the boat capsized due to a large, rogue wave, although the matter is still under investigation.”
Non, non, non!
“Rogue waves (also known as freak waves, monster waves, episodic waves, killer waves, extreme waves, and abnormal waves) are large and spontaneous surface waves that occur far out in open water, and can be extremely dangerous, even to large ships such as ocean liners.”
Ocean Beach aint in open water, right?
So SFGov spokesmodels should pick a different adjective.
How about sneaker wave? You know, the kind that sneak up on the unwary. Or sleeper wave, for the sleepyheaded mariner. Or set wave, if you’re a surfer.
Speaking of which, take a look:
I suppose, if you don’t know what you’re doing, then you could try to pass the buck by calling this a rogue wave (or an Act of God). But that would just go to show that you didn’t know what you’re doing.
Oh here we go, CNN does my job for me here.
How common was the wave what overturned our rescue boat? Was it a once in a day wave, or a once every ten years wave? IDK. But it certainly wasn’t a rogue wave.
If only we had a highly trained branch of the US military stationed nearby, standing by to help people in the water…
Semper Paratus, Gentle Reader
You know, for better or worse.
Get up to speed on this pressing matter right here, but TRIGGER WARNING: Rats!
Bye bye new-school garbage cans – this is the west side, near Oak and Clayton, and the one on the east side of the playground just recently disappeared as well.
Why? Because of all the roof rats. I hear tales of ppl seeing up to ten together, scrambling around, generally in the evening hours. Oh here’s the best shot I have at this particular location, taken from far away:
Speaking of tails, if you see a rat with a tail longer than its body and you’re in Frisco, then you’re looking at a roof rat (Rattus rattus, I’m srsly), which is your basic black rat, I s’pose (as opposed to your Norway rat and whathaveyou)
And here’s what wants to eat it/them at the Panhandle Playground:
So I suppose the closest trash can is now on the bike path near Fell and Ashbury (or maybe inside the Panhandle Bathroom, but I’ve never ventured inside there).
Here’s what’s at the northeast corner of the Panhandle Playground in Golden Gate Park:
And here’s what wants to eat it/them:
Someday I’ll get a shot like this, except with a roof rat instead of a gopher.
This little critter startled me the other day, as it’s in the same bush where I saw a roof rat a few weeks back.
Dese boids generally have an all-carbs diet, but sometimes they need a little protein. This the last thing some spiders see:
Sort of looks like a bat to me.
But now it’s time for costumes. This little feller’s mantle is saying, “Hey ladies, look at me!”
(Hey, you know, speaking of scary, area Republican Ron Conway, through his interest in Pinterest, has made more money off of this shot than I have. Taken more than a decade ago with a $4500 camera and $4500 worth of glass it was. I’m in the wrong “business.”)
Now I’ve seen rats on grass and dirt and whatnot around town, and near garbage cans in the Financh and C-Town and the Fish Wharf, but I aint never seen a full-sized rat strutting about on pavement in a playground in Frisco. And yet, here s/he is:
I saw what I thought was a dead Norway rat up against a playground fence in the Golden Gate Park Panhandle the other day, but I don’t know much about varmints
All right, Get Out And Play, With Rats!
Here it is, looking pretty normal, or about as normal as you can expect for a quarry pond in human-created Golden Gate Park:
Now here’s your background:
Lily Pond in Golden Gate Park overrun by Vivian Ho
And here are the troublesome critters themselves – never seen one myself:
Poor little feller. Michael Linnenbach (commons.wikimedia.org)
And this was the proposal, from a half-decade back:
Let’s just drain the Lily Pond and kill the frogs by Matt Smith
Clearly, it was time to call in the Frog Doctors:
Or, in the words of Rec and Park, “adjusting the PH level” was called for.
“Another example of biological controls to manage pests is the collaboration between the Department and the California Department Fish and Wildlife, in this case, the partnership has eradicated the invasive African Clawed Frogs by adjusting the PH level in the water in Golden Gate Park’s Lily Pond”
By that, they meant this – going to the sto’ and then pouring in some motherfucking bleach, man:
Chemicals were everywhere:
Parks Chief Phil Ginsberg et. al. cooked up a batch of white powdery stuff…
…and they went to town:
It was a powdery wonderland, filled with all kinds of urban flotsam and jetsam…
Check this one-minute video of the place at that time:
PETA, well PETA was NOT happy about any of this:
“According to media reports, the California Department of Fish and Game and the city of San Francisco are considering draining Lily Pond at Golden Gate Park in order to kill thousands of African clawed frogs who reside there. Reportedly, the frogs were released from research laboratories only to be deemed “invasive” through no fault of their own. Once the pond’s water levels drop, these animals will slowly suffocate to death. PETA apprised officials of our concerns, and while they stated that other methods were on the table, they did not guarantee that this cruel initiative would be stopped. Now it’s your turn to weigh in! Please urge the California Department of Fish and Game and city officials to halt all plans to drain the pond while aquatic animals remain at the location. Also, ask them to mercifully euthanize the frogs rather than subjecting them to agonizing deaths if alternative methods of control are impossible.”
I don’t know how all that worked out, but this was the scene a couple months back, via Tony T – ‘dozer and digger:
And that brings up up to present day, what you can see from the first photo up above.
You can’t visit just yet, as RPD is behind sked, oh well:
And there you have it.
Nous salouns le retour, Lily Pond!
May you remain frog-free forever…