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- San Francisco is an album by jazz vibraphonist Bobby Hutcherson and saxophonist Harold Land, released on the Blue Note label. The album features a shift away from the usual hard bop / post-bop style pursued previously by Hutcherson and Land, and shifts towards a jazz fusion style.
- a port in western California near the Golden Gate that is one of the major industrial and transportation centers; it has one of the world's finest harbors; site of the Golden Gate Bridge
- A city and seaport in western California, on the coast, on a peninsula between the Pacific Ocean and San Francisco Bay; pop. 776,733. The city suffered severe damage from earthquakes in 1906 and in 1989
- San Francisco, officially the City and County of San Francisco, is the fourth most populous city in California and the 12th most populous city in the United States, with a 2009 estimated population of 815,358.
- Take Rt. 93 South to Rt. 24 South to Exit 10. Take left off ramp onto North Main Street. Continue about ? mile. Look for mailbox with #25 and white oval sign on right.
- (in soccer, cricket, etc.) Deliver (a ball) with well-judged trajectory and pace
- (flight) fly in a flock; "flighting wild geese"
- Shoot (wildfowl) in flight
- (flight) shoot a bird in flight
- (flight) an instance of traveling by air; "flying was still an exciting adventure for him"
flights from boston to san francisco - Infinite City:
Infinite City: A San Francisco Atlas
What makes a place? Infinite City, Rebecca Solnit's brilliant reinvention of the traditional atlas, searches out the answer by examining the many layers of meaning in one place, the San Francisco Bay Area. Aided by artists, writers, cartographers, and twenty-two gorgeous color maps, each of which illuminates the city and its surroundings as experienced by different inhabitants, Solnit takes us on a tour that will forever change the way we think about place. She explores the area thematically--connecting, for example, Eadweard Muybridge's foundation of motion-picture technology with Alfred Hitchcock's filming of Vertigo. Across an urban grid of just seven by seven miles, she finds seemingly unlimited landmarks and treasures--butterfly habitats, queer sites, murders, World War II shipyards, blues clubs, Zen Buddhist centers. She roams the political terrain, both progressive and conservative, and details the cultural geographies of the Mission District, the culture wars of the Fillmore, the South of Market world being devoured by redevelopment, and much, much more. Breathtakingly original, this atlas of the imagination invites us to search out the layers of San Francisco that carry meaning for us--or to discover our own infinite city, be it Cleveland, Toulouse, or Shanghai.
Cartographers: Ben Pease and Shizue Seigel
Designer: Lia Tjandra
Artists: Sandow Birk, Mona Caron, Jaime Cortez, Hugh D'Andrade, Robert Dawson, Paz de la Calzada, Jim Herrington, Ira Nowinski, Alison Pebworth, Michael Rauner, Gent Sturgeon, Sunaura Taylor
Writers and researchers: Summer Brenner, Adriana Camarena, Chris Carlsson, Lisa Conrad, Guillermo Gomez-Pena, Joshua Jelly-Schapiro, Paul La Farge, Genine Lentine, Stella Lochman, Aaron Shurin, Heather Smith, Richard Walker
Additional cartography: Darin Jensen; Robin Grossinger and Ruth Askevold, San Francisco Estuary Institute
This "Fred W Loring" from Boston - from what I can gather was part of the Wheeler Expedition that explored and mapped Arizona, Utah, Nevada, and California in the 1870s (and possibly he was the same "Wheeler" who discovered Wheeler Pass by Cold Creek Nevada as a shortcut from Utah to California). (Wheeler was refered to among the great explorers of the times as a "hack".) This picture of Loring at 22 was taken just before he was murdered in a Stage Coach robbery in Arizona. From photo website: "Fred W. Loring, in his campaign costume, with his mule `Evil Merodach.' Taken about 48 hours before he was brutally murdered by Apache--Mohaves, while en route from Prescott, A. T. [Ariz. Terr.] to San Bernadino, Cal., by stage. Loring had been with the [Wheeler] expedition as general assisstant and correspondent, and was returning to the East with a mind stored with rare adventure and scenic wonders." By Timothy H. O'Sullivan, 1871. From historical website: CHAPTER XV. THE WICKENBURG MASSACRE. [page 289] Stagecoach Attacked by Party of Mounted Men, Five Passengers Killed, Two Wounded—Difference of Opinion as to Whether Outrage Committed by Indians or Mexicans—Verdict of Coroner's Jury—Description of Killed and Wounded—C. B. Genung's Belief and Statement—Mike Burn's Ignorance of Occurrence. What is known as the Loring Massacre occurred on the 5th of November, 1871. On account of the prominence of some of the victims, it was commented upon very extensively, not only in Arizona and California, but throughout the East. The Wickenburg correspondent of the “Journal-Miner” gives the following account of the massacre, the communication being printed in that paper on November 11th, 1871: ‘‘ “At a point about nine miles from Wickenburg a party of mounted men, either Indians or Mexicans disguised after the fashion of Apache warriors, rushed down upon the stage as it was passing through a canyon, and fired a volley into the passengers, killing all but two persons, and slightly wounding these. The wounded, Mr. Kruger and Miss Sheppard, not being disabled, immediately sprang from the stage and started together towards Culling's Station, while one detachment [page 290] of the bloodthirsty demons surrounded the stage, and the other went in pursuit of the fugitives, and kept up a desultory fire, which, being all mounted, was unsteady, so that only a slight wound was received by Miss Sheppard, and neither sustained further injury than the wounds inflicted by the first fire. The pursuit was kept up for a distance of nearly half a mile, the pursuers being kept at bay by Kruger, who still retained his revolver and fired upon them whenever they came too near, causing them to scatter and retreat, but only to rally again to the pursuit until finally they withdrew and joined their fellows. The fugitives continued on their way toward Culling's Well Station until they hailed the eastern bound mail a few miles from that station. Here they were picked up by the driver, who retraced his steps to the station, from which point information of the calamity was sent to Wickenburg via the Vulture Mine, the bearer fearing to proceed by the direct route. The dispatch reached Wickenburg about midnight, when two parties of citizens started for the scene; one of them to bring in the dead bodies, and the other, under command of George Munroe, to take the trail of the murderers. Upon reaching the stage a most horrible picture was presented to their sight. Five men, Messrs. Loring, Shoholm, Lanz, Hamel, and Salmon, who, eighteen hours previous left Wickenburg full of life and hope in the happy anticipation of soon again greeting their friends after a prolonged absence, lay side by side rigid in death and drenched in blood; the unavenged acts of a murder as dark and damnable as ever stained the [page 291] hands of an assassin. The mystery which surrounds the identity of the murder exists in the disposition of the mail and baggage. One mail sack was cut open and its contents scattered over the ground, the other was left untouched. The baggage of the passengers was broken open, and while articles of little value were carried away, large sums of money and other valuables remained. All this would suggest the work of ignorant savages, but as neither the ammunition nor animals had been removed, some are of the opinion that the outrage was perpetrated by a band of Mexican bandits from Sonora. Mr. Kruger, who has really had the best opportunity of deciding this question, states positively that they were Indians, but at all events the next mail may bring reports which will place the guilt of this terrible crime where it properly belongs, when we hope it will not be left to the local authorities to redress the wrong or avenge an outrage against the Government and their people at large.” ’’ The passengers on this coach when leaving Wickenburg, were in high spirits, anticipating no danger whatever along the route. The
back to my childhood beach
This was the beach I spent more of my childhood on than any beach, anywhere, including in my own backyard; in my home state of California. Nantasket Beach, located in Hull, MA, and once was also the home of another childhood favorite, Paragon Park, an old time amusement park (my favorite ride of all time was The Himalaya, where they played the Hustle during the ride)now long gone, torn down to make room for strips of hi-rise condos, hotels, and a few fancy restaurants. The old Arcade is still there, as is the classic 1920's carousel. I got lost on Nantasket Beach when I was 3 yrs. old. Lucky thing I was wearing a bright orange bathing suit with big white daisy prints on it. I had simply wandered off and sat down with two girls who I had thought were my cousins, Linda and Wendy. I think it took my family 3 hours to find me. Oh, the reason I spent so much of my life in the Boston area is because my Dad came from Bangor, N, Ireland. His 7 brothers and sisters soon followed. My Dad was employed by United Airlines. He was transfered to SFOMM, the base at San Francisco Intl' Airport. So, off he went. He met and married my Mom in Caly, and stayed there. His 7 siblings put down roots in the Boston suburbs, and have rarely ever come west. We flew east frequently due to my Dad's flight benefits. After I turned 21, I lost those benefits. I didn't go back east from 1987 until 2006, for a family celebration, and I went solo. Now I am returning again this year, but with my children. I feel it's a good opportunity, this wedding we came out for, for my kids to finally meet my "Irish Craig" side of the family. My Aunts and Uncles are aging, and people are moving all over the place, so this wedding has brought a huge majority of the Craig Clan to one place, Marshfield on Thursday, and Cohasset on Saturday,
flights from boston to san francisco
Facsimile edition of a beloved, long out-of-print children's classic.
Let the rumbling cable car tell you the story! And what a story: From the crookedest street in the world to the Peking ducks in Chinatown, San Francisco is easily one of the world's most enchanting cities. Illustrator Miroslav Sasek captures both the breathtaking landscape and the cosmopolitan flavor of the City by the Bay in This is San Francisco. First published in 1962, Sasek's jaunty, colorful illustrations will still dazzle kids and adults alike.
Here's a flat-out classic. In 1962, Czech author-illustrator Miroslav Sasek created This Is San Francisco, another installment of his series of children's travel guides (This Is Paris, This Is London, This Is New York). With his usual distinctive and charming style, Sasek tours the sights around the City by the Bay, including Lombard Street, the cable cars, Fishermen's Wharf, Golden Gate Bridge, and Chinatown. This 2003 reissue edition also includes a number of annotations about how certain locales have changed since the book was published. There's a good chance that anyone who grew up in or near San Francisco will remember this book fondly. Everyone else has a joyous discovery ahead. --David Horiuchi