My wife and I live in the mountains and the forests about 45 miles south of Yerba Buena (SF). I work out of my house and I usually stay up most of the night working. About once an hour I go stand on the deck, smoke a cigarette and gaze up at the night sky. I can't tell you how many times I've done and thought to myself, gee God with all the hundreds of thousands of asteroids you've got up there, couldn't you spare just one little ol' 100 footer, please, and lob it into San Francisco? Sometimes he teases me by streaking a tiny meteor over my head in their direction. But I keep waiting and hoping anyway. Maybe during the next "gay pride day" parade.
Regards,
Boot Hill
Ahhh I remember the nights there myself. Out in the desert could see millions of stars - it was awesome. I think we should declare the whole state a national park and kick em all out :)
God with all the hundreds of thousands of asteroids you've got up there, couldn't you spare just one little ol' 100 footer, please, and lob it into San Francisco? Yeah, but could he keep it East of Twin Peaks amd miss Golden Gate Park (the museums)? After all, the tidal wave might help us with Berkeley.