A Walk Around the City

Daily writing prompt
What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

I keep getting filled with joy when I walk around San Francisco, just as I did before I left for a staycation in Hawaii. I loved going to the beach in Waikiki during Covid lockdown restrictions because the beaches were empty and the snorkeling views were full of plentiful fish. I guess the state fish of Hawai’i, humuhumunukunukuapua’a didn’t get the message from the Centers from Disease Control to wear any masks! They were already at home.

I also am filled with joy in discovering new heart sculptures around the city. I just found this new one at my medical clinic, which is easy to walk to and get an x-ray or lab test. In Oahu, they tore down the walkable clinic and moved it over an hour away on the freeway in the hills. I am filled with joy in being able to get to medical care really fast and within a short hop on the bus. Indeed, I also have joy in riding Muni around in SF.

I also like seeing the flowers and lush flower boxes on the street and also take joy and stopping to take pictures. In both California and Honolulu, color and beauty abound.

The sunsets in Waikiki are hard to beat. The sun is angled perfectly for sunsets. Getting out to walk in the healthful red sun waves is great nourishment for the body and skin.

Truth is wherever you live, there’s beauty all around. The hard part is to make the time to walk and stop and smell the roses.

Take care.

I Sing the Song of a Trolleyman

Daily writing prompt
Why do you blog?

Song of the Trolleyman

By Driver Doug

“I’ve seen them all:

Young and bold

Appear like a spark,

Then depart as I start

To read the latest tag

In the back rag

By the half-drunk can

Wrapped in a bag.

The ancient ones,

Full of mold and scold

Or just plain old,

Short and fat,

Or pleasantly plump.

Mind the start, mind

The bump.

As I walk the dog and creep away

From the curb; do not disturb,

Says the pass around the neck.

“Wait till I sit!”

(Prevent a fit.)

That says, I made it Up the steps!

“Step up, please!”

“Yes sir, yes ma’am!”

I’ve seen them all:

Short and fat,

Thin and tall,

Soft, rosy cheeks,

Eyes of merriment,

Eyes of distress,

Eyes of joy,

Eyes that are coy.

Yokes and cuts,

Blokes and mutts,

Bosoms and bubble butts,

Grannies, Mujercitas

On the Mission.

Grasping sometimes,

Clutching the rail.

With the smile of a mile,

The old Filipino men-

“Of Mac Arthurs’s song:

‘I will return, I’ ll be back,’

Their ball caps proud.

Or wait for the next bus,

If too large a crowd.

A Gemini refrain:

“Girls, these buses are like men

In life;

Don’t worry,

There’s always another one coming along!”

“Hey, that ‘music is too loud!

Turn it down!”

With a trolley man’s frown—

Stare, actually,

The Muni, stone face

Reaching that far-off place

We go to … we go

To return to sane,

To alleviate the pain

Of a thousand greasy wheels,

Of a thousand scratchy windows

Of a thousand aimless fluids

“Transmuted by a thousand asses

Sitting on a thousand dirty seats.

I sing the song of the Trolley Man.

Oh, you got your

Sunflower seeds

On the floor

By the door.

Cigarette butts,

Bubble gums wrapped,

A transfer in a thousand dirty pieces,

A day pass, Golden Arches remnants,

Taco Bell, dipping dot hell,

Coffee cups, coffee lids, coffee stirrers,

Needle bent, Condom spent,

Tiny zip-lock bags once containing

A fifteen-year relapse.

To keep the tweak (or)

The wake up (for),

To keep the freak At Bay

(Or) The Marina

(Or) The Trans bay

(Or) The Ferry Plaza”

“(Or) Wherever, whenever the hell

They go.

Like cockroaches when the lights come on.

I see all, give a ride

To all.

I am the Trolley Man.

The walk of shame in the morning after,

The dark, bug-eye glasses,

The hide of the passes,

Or

The hall of fame after winning another game,

A high-five as victors!

I am the vicar, the mayor, the

Bus Driver,

Who picks you up

Or wakes you up,

At the end of the line.

Engine, engine 49

Going down the Van Ness line.

If the trolley goes off the track,

Do you want your money back?”

“Last stop people!”

I go no further

Than the truth

Of your ability to read

My head sign,

My sun sign,

By design.

Shall I put up Garage?

Isn’t it great

To put in a request?

I’ve ordered a grande refill

Sitting at my table

At Starbucks.

The current ambiance:

Off-day convenience.

Ah, the buzz

Of the only pleasure left.

No punctuation worries,

No schoolmarm duress

Of creative process.

And so I sing the song

Of the trolley woman”

“Of the trolley man

From the barn,

Where expert operators

Remain.

Potrero,

Which is Spanish

For little field

Or meadow—

A patch of brown grass

Near a freeway by-pass,

A hillock, actually,

Near Union 76 gas,

Firm on Serpentine

Like a Chinese fire drill—

The New Year’s Dragon.

Do we gracefully

Glide

Down the old Mission trail.

Hidalgo’s brave stand

From Hermosillo and Sonora

All the way to Yerba Buena

Towards the Mission of San Rafael.”

“Delores, do we glide

Our sixty-foot trolleys

Side-by-side

With lo-riders, Subarus,

And asshole SUVs

With TCP stencils.

Trafico,

Trafico,

The Ebb and Flow:

Keeping our pride

And our asses

Away from the curb.

Not to lose the wires,

Not to drop our poles,

And so it goes

The operators

Of Potrero in

Turns and twists

Born from new lists

To exist,

Not resist.

To be re-grooved,”

“Retread, reworn,

Re-shod anew—

To Sit Back

And Watch the Show!”

Excerpt From: Douglas Meriwether. “The Dao of Doug 2: The Art of Driving a Bus: Keeping Zen In San Francisco Transit: A Line Trainer’s Guide.” iBooks. (Link button above)

I do my blogs to show that there is a way to love what you do, make money, and be able to keep at it by using spiritual meditative practice, in my case, by carrying a pocket notebook from Walgreens in my shirt pocket–and writing down my day’s adventures. This I turned this pocket notes into a book and share them with whoever is interested. Viola! I’m Driver Doug and my Path, my Dao is open to anyone, anywhere anytime.

How would you design the city of the future?

We’ve seen planned communities built such as the one in Columbia, MD–heralded in the seventies as a “garden to grow people.” James Rouse bought up undeveloped farm land between Baltimore and Washington, DC, and sixty years later, urban planners still use aspects of this template in their current design plans.

We also see strip malls being replaced with faux downtown style shops centered on pedestrian islands separated from a parking lot broken up into smaller zones, rather than the huge lots of yore, but I’m hoping those who respond to this blog approach this topic along the lines of including what has worked in cities throughout history–instead of using new tracts of undeveloped land contained as a separate “city-state.”

Not Just Bikes on YouTube is a great channel to see how bikes are used in Europe, especially in Holland–and how children and seniors alike ride to school or do shopping–because it’s safe. Road Guy Rob is another fantastic YouTuber who shows how dangerous ‘Stroads” have become, as he walks along a main Utah State Hwy. in Orem, UT, ouside of Salt Lake City–which as become a wide multi-lane suburban boulevard with traffic lights making it scary to be a pedestrian trying to cross on the complex left-turn cycles of a road that is trying to be like a street. Traffic volumes not unlike a thruway marginalizing bike riders and pedestrians. Certainly we all know these types of stroads in suburbanized counties bordering a larger metro area.

The area connecting Denver to Boulder, CO; Denton to Dallas, TX; San Jose to San Francisco, CA; and Lynwood to Olympia, WA–all have roads that have become stroads. The State Route 18 outside of Seattle metro going from Maple Valley up to Fall City, crossing I-90, is a perfect example of an area that needs the deepest thought about this topic in regards to the city of the future: how we improve this State route now, can make or break a future for this expanding populated area.

Fortunately, we have the history of Phoenix, which missed out of federal interstate monies in the fifties and sixties because no one living there wanted to become another LA. But the city governance did really cool things, especially when it came to a project bordering along Native American tribal land against an encroaching suburban tract.

Carmel, IN north of Indy, has also found the secret of safety in traffic circles instead of stoplights, and also did a helpful job (or jog) of it’s arterial by conveniently moving the road of off county property. In all these cases of highway improvement in Carmel, IN and Phoenix, AZ, the results are very eye-pleasing and with less conflict than in traditional stroads.

I guess what I’m trying to convey, at least for the US–is to take care when we try to widen or improve a large arterial, and make it safe to use an alternative to the car. Above all:

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Gratitude

Daily writing prompt
What positive emotion do you feel most often?

My positive feelings come unexpectedly when I’m padding around my new apartment, or running into a friend in the street. Often, my atti-dude changes when I’m ordering a drink at a coffeeshop!

I’m grateful it’s possible to dine-in at a coffeeshop, even if it is a chain like Starbucks. Many folks are haters on the “too expensive” coffee, but my attitude of gratitude extends to who I’m with when I’m sharing an experience of having coffee with someone else. I’m happy to see Starbucks is re-adding furniture in the shop so I can rest inside instead of having to keep walking–as created during Covid. Plus the competition by locally run shops is also nice.

I’m grateful for my new utility bill from PG&E of 26 dollars. I just moved back to San Francisco from Honolulu–and my electric bill in Honolulu was over ten times higher because Hawaiian Electric left using coal for gas to make energy. As a San Franciscan of 29 years, it seemed sacrilegious to run my air-conditioner all day and even during the night-in order to sleep well in Hawaii–the past four years–on my Covid vacation since retiring. But I’m back to free air-conditioning here in San Francisco!

I’m grateful for new yoga classes in a facility that is full service, instead of an afterthought in an inexpensive gym chain. I enjoy the quality of the people training and teaching here in San Francisco, and I realize I don’t have to be concerned what other people think outside of California, or outside San Francisco. There’s always a reason things cost more here. And I don’t have to try to control or complain about wishing things were different. I don’t have to worry about social media postings about how bad things are here in CA.

This place is awesome! If I never see Katsu Chicken on a menu, or see macaroni salad on a plate, I won’t shed any tears. I am grateful for the restaurants that have survived the shut-down and the new ones that are opening.

My new closet is a walk-in and has a light that automatically turns on when I enter. My sink is brand new and has an adjustable sprayer at the faucet, and I have the original cabinetry–plus all new faux marble-topped counters in the kitchen and bathroom. I even have a new vanity as well as the old one. I even have a toilet paper dispenser–and all the electrical outlets work! I have a fire suppression system that is brand new and has a sprinkler system checked annually by the fire department.

One hundred and fifty two buildings in Waikiki over ten stories tall have no sprinkler systems or meet current codes for fires. The Maui fires did kinda freak me out–and a building fire next door to my building in Waikiki had me re-evaluate my evacuation plan. The new tsunami warning zones posted around town looked helpful, but the governmental agencies in Hawaii don’t really seem to be able to do anything–and that’s okay–because everyone seems okay with things the way they are. Today, I don’t have to rock the boat!

How I Handle Spam

Daily writing prompt
Was today typical?

I recall an email blast which described a fascinating study on how people handled deleting, responding, and keeping up with their inbox. They didn’t link or show the entire study, but the notion that there could be patterns describing certain cohort groups got me to thinking how I clear my email inbox. I realized in how I cleared emails was opposite from the way others went through their inbox.

Although the survey results weren’t posted–and, as a Gemini, this is my biggest pet peeve–omitting information–I was so taken by the approach to study human behavior with regards to this sometimes overwhelming online facet of our modern lives–I feasted on pondering about how my actions (or reactions) to email–reflected my personality or time management at my desktop computer.

The notion that many people would slog through the email queue one-at-a-time and make an immediate decision to spam, delete, or read through the email–and answer it then and there–to get the item off of the ‘checklist’–caught my attention about my dread of the email inbox, and heaven forbid, the compose button.

Today is not typical. I am going through every email one-at-a-time and dealing with it now. This brings up the email blast’s closing arguments, if you will, of the key behind emails: Set aside blocks of time on a somewhat regular basis during the week, such that a balance of timeliness is established.

I now follow a general pattern of breaking my week into three cycles: Office-hours, a term I learned in the Marines Corps, exercise (PT), and entertainment (RnR). Monday is heavy on office hours, Friday is more entertainment. Hump day would be the most likely exercise day–at least for the majority of time that day.

Mind, body and spirit. Mind as in the office; Body exercise as in gym time; Spirit rest and relaxation such as going to parks or being in nature, or watching a movie and binging on Netflix. This how I came to write the response to this writing prompt: Monday mornings are for online meetings and emails. And it’s why I’m pushing out this bratty essay from Word Press. I’m retired and I have the true riches–time.

Later in the day will be the bike ride or the lap swim, followed by a yoga session or meditation. Later in the week will be less computer time and more outside time. Oh and did I mention a food plan and when I eat? Hey, look that’s all for now. I got to keep it short and sweet: Hmmm. TV time is going to be shorter now:

Thanks to Ace Ventura, I’ll be watching less Netflix for awhile. Hey maybe it’s a God thing.

As for how I handle spam on a typical day–I go through and delete all meaningless dribble as spam first. Then delete all the new emails that are from a site I like and will visit soon–and then finally see how many true emails are left to compose, search, or follow.

What Bothers You and Why?

In a recent Bloomberg article about Zimbabwe, a novel idea about bringing that country’s inflation down to a manageable level was cited: backing the Zig, the Zimbabwe currency, with gold from their gold mines.

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What bothers me is that backing Gold with a nation state’s paper money is a time tested strategy that has worked for thousands of years. The IMF also stood incredulous that not following their decades of advice to borrow money from them based on the US dollar of currencies–which burned their currency’s value to the ground–warned that this “novel” idea may be a disaster! The disaster has already happened! Over and over again, and the African’s are done with this!

Nana Yellen, a person whose job it is to promote sound money and run our US treasury, also recently stated that other countries are uniting together to bind their currencies to gold and trade in gold vs. debt based paper created by the US treasury department. That perhaps our US sanctions against them may be causing them to leave the dollar-based debt fiat system. Hallelujah! Maybe Nana Yellen will take back Tricky Dicks “temporary” removal of the US dollar off the gold standard on August 15, 1971! Dear Reader, has your standard of living increased or decreased since 1971? Do you agree that fuel and food should not be used to compute inflation?

Yes, this bothers me.

Go Africa Go!

You gotta love Ron in his basement in suburban St. Louis. I laughed so hard in this above YouTube video. Here’s the reason why:

A big experiment that could fail. LoL!

Here’s a another “novel” suggestion: issue T-Bills backed with Silver as silver certificates for 1-month, 3-month, and 6-month T-Bills based on 30 dollar, 60 dollar and 120 dollar per ounce of silver–and to start issuing 35-year Treasuries based on a new reset $3500 per ounce US dollar Gold and 50-year Treasuries based upon $5000 dollar per ounce of gold. Do you think that other countries around the world, including Central Banks, would buy our bonds? Hello Yellow?

A Guide to Public Transit

Daily writing prompt
On what subject(s) are you an authority?

Bikes Pass On the Left

It’s estimated that up to 80 percent of current US automobile users will drop the death monsters by 2030. Work from home doesn’t have to translate to far-flung suburbia. Cities with great transit will thrive as the car goes away. Biking, walking, and holding a fast-pass is the next awakening.

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/best-of-the-dao-of-doug-douglas-meriwether/1145422601

One great billboard on the back of some buses is the illustration showing a bus turned-in at a bus stop with a cyclist behind the bus moving to the left to pass the bus. What a great illustration for a cyclist to see traveling behind a stopped city bus! This message has helped countless times avoiding sideswipe right from a bike getting caught behind or at our rear door as passengers alight.  One of the keys to effective change is to have the message right where it needs to be, and this safety ad is in first place!

Unfortunately, much more needs be done to clarify the do’s and dont’s of riding a bike in San Francisco.

First off, dear bike riders, take the parallel street! Usually there is a nice residential, less commercial street just off of a transit artery that is immensely safer for less conflict collision. Scott Street or Baker off Divisadero for starters. Page Street instead of Oak or Haight. Valencia instead of Mission. Howard Street with marked bike lane  sharrows instead of scary Mission Street. Polk instead of Van Ness.  The list goes on. It just is not safe to be on Van Ness or Divisadero during peak period, or what most call rush hour.

Sharrows are the arrow-like bike icons indicating a shared lane with vehicular traffic. They are stenciled in the center of the lane so cars are not in a reduced width lane because of a separate lane for bikes. All these extra paint marks on the street do make for a confusing first time if you are in a car visiting San Francisco.  What with transit islands and taxi and bus lanes, the driving space for regular traffic becomes constricted. This philosophy is extended to discourage automobile use, but with the advent of rideshare vehicles in large numbers, the squeeze play can become not unlike a video game.  But unlike on a screen, injury and collision are real.

Second tip: Walk the bike. When the space between parked cars and the first traffic lane is not consistently wide enough, walking the bike on the sidewalk is safest. The point is that this bike walk need not be a distance longer than two blocks. Sometimes sidewalks are wide and empty. Taking a driveway becomes the safe in and out. Timing with the car clusters based on the traffic lights also helps smooth the flow in making good time on a bike.  If you know you’re going to get a red ahead, why not enjoy the eye candy along the way?

Third tip: Knowing the lights. Blazing ahead through a red looks really bad. When I see this happen, I follow behind to see if this violation pays dividends. Does running the light make for a faster trip down the line? In most cases, the answer is no. Violating a red light does not make for a faster trip, due to the following red at the next intersection. I would lose my cool and scold the cyclist stopped at the next light. They also block autos from being able to make a right on red as they prance on their cranks or violate the cross walk by being way too close to the traffic lane of the crossing street. 

I stopped trying to control them by chiding them at the next light. It wasn’t worth the cost to my serenity. I let one girl have it at Van Ness and Golden Gate, and I saw the next day that she took another route. Instead of changing her behavior on one path, she diverted to another. It was the safer route: less high speed traffic on a two-way street. 

Our stoplights are not timed. The reason for this is to slow traffic and break the pattern of speeding towards the end of the cycle when all the lights go red. Zipping through on a stale red can pay dividends, and most motorists and cyclists get this. The hard part is then to slow down and submit to the next red if it is not timed. An off-duty C.H.P. officer riding my bus one night told me why there are so many reds on Van Ness. During the dot-com boom, new residents were staying up late drinking and then driving home. The lights were changed to prevent injury accidents.

Fourth tip: Ride with the pack. This can be dangerous if some in the pack want to pass. Usually, riding just behind the pack is best. Let them blaze the trail for alley car pullouts and car doors. I come behind well lit and at a tracking speed. If they want to rush ahead without lights at dusk, more power to them. At least I will be seen.

Fifth tip: Be seen.  Now some guys take this to the extreme. Some of these new head lamps look like they could be used to mine gold. The intensity of the beam looks like a close encounter of the fifth kind!  But that apparently is not enough. Adding the flash makes for an eye blinding experience, and does not seem to be a way to befriend or influence a motorist to be kindly and yielding. Be wary of pushback.

I did have a newly charged light on flash, and was using the sidewalk for a block on a narrow residential street where the cars fly by in a single lane situation. The pedestrian screamed at me as I approached and severely chided me as I dismounted. I did thank him for letting me know the light was bothersome. I now point it downward to the street right in front of me. I also use the dimmer function if I am on a sidewalk. I also slow or dismount if a pup is on a leash or young ones are playing.

I have since noticed that a light on a bike’s handlebar is even with the rearview mirrors of a car. I use this to my advantage when coming up from behind a car at a stop sign in inclement weather or when its really dark outside.  Being mindful of other cars and other bicyclists has helped me keep my Zen on the streets and in transit!

Heaven’s Gate

Daily writing prompt
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?

It was a brisk mid-October morning in Provincetown, MA and we were hungry. Right in the center of town on Commercial Street we spotted Heaven’s Gate–and the bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich on a wheat English muffin, with a perfectly hot cup of Joe–had to be the most delicious breakfast I’ve ever found. The cold air and the warm bacon egg and cheese, with the correctly toasted muffin, created a home run! And this was the morning after!

Just as I use a Pad Thai noodle as a dish to gauge how good a Thai restaurant is–the key to finding a good diner is to gauge the bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich served on the menu. Let’s face it–it usually is a disappointment we ignore because we’re rushing off to work. So yah, the noodles at House of Thai on Larkin at Geary in San Francisco fit the bill of the most delicious meal I’ve ever eaten in my home town, but I was surprised to find something as pedestrian as a breakfast sandwich to break the ribbon for first place! Oh, and the speed in getting the order filled is also a key.

When the noodle or sandwich arrive within five minutes heady and ready to eat–you know you’re in the right place at the right time!

Cuppa Joe

How sweet it is.

What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?

I first thought about the word “daily” and immediately went to my coffee maker and morning routine. My cheap Black and Decker Goodwill special curated after a cracked pot accident seemed inexcusable for this missive.

And then it hit me. My special coffee mug from Boy Scout Camp Thunderbird. I had been a camp counselor and a grateful scout who was too young to take the canoeing merit badge refused to leave the class on the first day and with fierce determination passed the hardest part on Thursday by pulling another canoe over the gunnels of an occupied canoe, with the help of another student.

On the day of his departure, he handed me a camp coffee mug and said thanks—he was going to go on a canoe trip with his troop and that he needed the badge to go on the trip.

I still use the same cup every morning for my coffee. It motivates me to keep grinding forward on any project I have in front of me.

A little light always helps.

Aloha the Bus

What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?

I consider my fast pass as a priceless gift to a first class life!

I’m taking the bus to the airport tomorrow and I’m using my $45 a year fast pass to get there. I’m then going to fly first class to San Francisco to spend the rest of my life living there.

Yup. Honolulu has been expensive—and I hear it’s expensive to live in San Francisco also. But I don’t care about what others think or say. The money I don’t spend on a car gets me first class transportation the way I like it!

The Muni Livery on a Powell Cable Car.