OUR BAY...

I try not to write about anything upsetting because, well, life is awfully short and if my readers get too depressed they probably won’t want to return to see what the Muse is up to. But I just can’t write about anything else this afternoon because of what I saw at Crissy Field this morning. The headline of the Chronicle read ‘HEARTBREAKING’. That just scratches the surface. And it really isn’t so much what I saw but rather what I did not see that has me in a spin. Gone were the sea lions that were flipping around in the water just last Wednesday morning. Gone are the dogs romping with their dog friends in the waves. And I held my breath as the pelicans flew by hoping that they would know better than to swoop down to catch their last fish. And, because of selfish reasons, gone is my ability to get close to our beautiful Golden Gate Bridge because the road to Fort Point is now police barricaded and the smell of petrol is nauseating. I am bereft. I cried with total strangers as we stood looking out at the bay shaking our heads. Just when we thought it might be safe to go in the water… Perhaps you would like to help? Go to BAYKEEPER to find out how.

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[Doug]

So messed up! And to happen in SF of all places :(