A cabbie’s life, treacherous bike riding, RVs are some people’s heaven, the trolley at night, big rigs near Rosecrans, why we drive freeways, a bus driver’s day, and this skateboarder knows San Diego
Various Authors 4:09 p.m., May 27
The 11 months I spent in the country looking at nature is making me more aware of the stress on urban wild life nature. Sunday morning I seen two crows picking at a dead rat that had presumably been hit by a car in the middle of the street. I also have seen crows eating rock crabs along the bay front near Sea Port Village. There were a few pigeons learking around for the scraps. The pigeons and crows seem to becoming working friends around town, as I see them perched on the buildings around town together too. Both were driven away each time a car came down the street but returned to pick away at the carcass. The ratio of urban birds seems to be out of balance to available natural food supply. Of course the song birds and the pigeons come to the outside cafe's all the time anyway for the dropings of food. The amount of trees for nesting seems to be out of balance for the bird population downtown too. I went to the former Sun Cafe or now Funky Garcia's for my birthday and had a free taco with a lemon-aid. I showed the server the pictures of us former workers of the Sun Cafe. She said that they had not even seen the former cafe inside. I was told that the city had forced the owners to keep the "Sun Cafe" sign on the building. I love the city for doing that.