Evelyn Considers the West Coast

The whole point of the weekend was to tour the campus of UC Berkeley, but she didn't actually do that until the day they left. The rest of the weekend was spent cruising around the area, enjoying the weather, the ocean, the hills, the Haight...

She loved Haight-Ashbury (as we all knew she would) and tried repeatedly for a good picture of the street signs at the intersection. Unfortunately, the light wasn't quite right.

She did admire this lovely wall of graffiti though.

The girl is halfway through her junior year, and I'm wondering where she'll venture after high school. Hopefully out here. I think everyone would agree that she has a very west-coast personality. She would love Berkeley, and I would love having her just across the bay.

Then maybe we could convince the rest of the clan to follow...

Golden Valley Man Supports Local Shoeshiner

While strolling through the delightfully authentic Fisherman's Wharf area of San Francisco, Michael Jensen was approached by a man peddling his shoe-shining skills. Mr. Jensen politely declined, but the man persisted on.

"I bet I could tell you where those shoes come from," he said. "If I get it right, will you be honest with me?"

Unbeknownst to the shoeshiner, Mr. Jensen values honesty above all else. "Of course I'll be honest with you," he said.

The man bent down to get a closer look, and immediately squirted shoe-shine goo on Mr. Jensen's left foot. "They come from your foot!" he said.

At that point, Mr. Jensen had no choice but to let the man shine his shoes. After all, they were looking a little lackluster from the daily wear, and this restored a nice, healthy sheen. When asked for a comment, Mr. Jensen chuckled.

"He got me. He got me good," he said.

Dear Evelyn,

Seventeen years ago, you were born.

I have a vivid memory of that night in '91 - it involves me sleeping in your crib because someone needed my bed. I remember really enjoying that night's rest in a fetal position and waking up early to go visit you at the hospital.

You were the cutest baby in the world.


And now you're the cutest seventeen year old in the world.


I wish I were home to give you a hug and eat your birthday cake. You're my wise little sister and I love you so.

Happy Birthday.

xoxo Fuzzy

Happy Birthday, Mr. Jensen

This guy turns a year older today. Sadly, the only picture I have of him is Christmas 2006, the year he got his first iPod. Did you ever get used to those headphones, dad?

Well, I hope you had a fantastic birthday. And don't worry, life is only going to get better each year. Just think, you have this to look forward to:


I see your future.