Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life


Friday, January 27, 2006

Jumping At Shadows

My brother-in-law, a coworker, and I were chatting and the subject of San Francisco came up. I love San Francisco and while it does have its share of problems, I've yet to find a city I'd rather live in.

My coworker (who is from Canada and lives in San Jose) said that San Francisco is a beautiful city (it is), especially the waterfront. He said that the 1989 earthquake was the best thing that could have happened to the city, a comment I'm not sure I agree with at all, having been here at the time (even though I suffered very little myself).

He continued on to say that the only problem is the bums. He said he knows that poverty is not a crime, but he still doesn't know why they don't do something about the bums. He gave an example of a "big black guy" who hides behind a bush and jumps out at people to scare them. He then asks for money and apparently people actually give it to him. I agree that that seems wholly unacceptable behaviour. I understand that his being big is relevant to the scariness of his action, but I'm not sure what being black has to do with anything. (Unless the thought is that people are likely to be more scared because he's black, for some reason.)

Anyway, he said that he was also amazed at the people who stood around waiting for the guy to catch an unsuspecting victim and who found the whole scene funny. He didn't think that jumping out and scaring someone should be funny. I'm not sure why, but I would have never guessed that.



Journal Description

My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.

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