Pat's 90th Attitude Adjustment

 This is the place we went to pick up Pat's Corsage.

 When we went to Yerba Buena gardens, these are the architectural images we saw.

 More of images from Yerba Buena Gardens and a slight and quick view from our view from the 9th floor, room 903.

 Views from our room, 903, day and night and fog.

 Cocktail and appetizers, which turned out to be cheese whiz and pretzels and crackers.

 As requested from Doreen, some pertinent moon shots.

 Appetizers at Dinner.

 Main Courses at Dinner.
Two desserts.

 Buffet breakfast on Sunday Morning.

 Walking from Pier 39 to Aliot's.

 Appetizers at Alioto's.

 The gang of ten and the Main Course Choices at Aliotos.

 Desserts, Views and decorations at Alioto's banquet room.

In the library at the Marine Memorial Club and Hotel.

A Flash of Eloquence Scattered Upon the Decades

     If there is one inside of you that intuitively drives you to remember those moments that linger just to give you insight into the decades that permeate your soul's travels, give that one a moment of peace and quiet.  It's just a nudge, but an important nudge when one experiences another deluge of information and doesn't necessarily want it to coalesce with the moment at hand.  Sit back, stare at the wall, or think about nothing and let that exponentially acquiescence permeate until the tingle, shake, rattle and hums subside.
      It will delight you, relieve you and define your next move into the future, often with the wisdom it was so necessarily pertinent to depart.  I have sat upon those stump moments, gloriously so, many times in order to clear the cobwebs defined by day to day excursions into life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  Being Human can often boggle the senses, prematurely interpreting casual and mind altering personality exchanges with your environment.  Second thoughts often provide momentary relief, yet giving one a chance to settle the dust bowl of mental curriculum down is more a path to intellectual perpetuity.
     As one can see, dedication to the abuse of the English language is my misguided attempt to paint visual images into the structure of the sentence.  Let it forever be known that the often times tumultuous events we encounter are put there for a purpose and any actions taken prematurely often upsets the rhythmic hourglass of our individual cerebral computations providing our ability to stick or place one step in front of the other.  Live long and survive those initial extrapolations and commit oneself to the consequences however they appear to your conscious mind and make them guide you to some tranquil Utopian expressions, if only for a solitary glimpse of what perfection is all about.  This my friends is actually a case for accepting the artistic notion of Perfection itself.  Again, it does not come with a warning label and is often neglected, but with practice, one becomes their own perfect solutions to such excursions into the subconscious road trips. This one bids you farewell wishing you the lighter sides of such humorous adventures.