308. Little Fires Everywhere

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Little Fires Everywhere

By Celeste Ng Penguin Press 2017

This is our next book club book. Quite a change from The Magic Mountain. I’m only three chapters in but I’m enjoying the ordinariness of it. So far, (I'm putting notes over a period of weeks into one long post) there’s really nothing to think about, but it’s nice seeing what the author has chosen to show us. Just ordinary life, but two versions of ordinary life coming into contact. Nothing flashy. The prose is efficient but not magical. 

There was just an odd “mistake” about photography developing. I’m guessing the author hasn’t actually done this? She seems to think it’s the developer, instead of the fixer, that leaves the characteristic smell in a darkroom. Or maybe developer has a smell I never noticed? 

The juxtaposition of an Ur-suburban American family with an Ur-artist, and her stub of a family, seems ripe for complications. This is supposed to be set in the 1990s, but feels, so far, like it could be the ‘60s or ‘70s. Were teen boys still reading the "Beats" in the ‘90s? In that respect is seems more familiar than I was hoping for.

P89 We’ve finally met Izzy. The way Ng adds layers to her story is really inspired. Every time you think, this is the story we’ll be dealing with, she adds another unexpected and complicating layer. And they all seem to lead to obvious complications and problems. 

And is anything ever going to be said about the names of the Richardson children? These are not ordinary names -- perhaps they are all nicknames. [Yes. Izzy is actually Isabelle Marie] Izzy, Moody, Trip, and Lexie [Alexandra Grace]. Pearl is perhaps dated but at least a normal name. And Celeste gave the only East Asian girl the name Serena, which is pretty ordinary for an Asian American name. Has anyone studied how child naming changes generation by generation in the Asian American community. I would find this fascinating. 

And of course the title has more than one meaning as well. Yes, it’s the various fires started in the Richardson’s house, but Ng has started little fires throughout the ‘verse of her novel. The one at the home of the adopting parents. The one that Mrs Richardson is now trying to start in Mia’s home. I guess you could add the infant’s mother’s world to this, but she’s hardly even a character. So far.

P186 I’ve been sucked into the who-done-it and what-will-they-do-next aspect of these still layering stories, but now, suddenly, I’m hoping for something more... for the characters to learn and grow based on what they do and discover about each other. Not at all sure that’s where Ng is heading, but I do hope so.

P188 A whole other layer of story, and another set of characters. Young Mia and her brother Wren. I’m thinking of Martha Grimes, but all these characters are central to the story. Ng is good at characterization, but, so far, there are no accidental characters sneaking into the story.

The Brownie Starflex camera is a perfect starter camera for someone like Mia. The twin-lens aspect is great for composition. It would have been better if Ng had mentioned that she had not been impressed with other cameras. It reads like this was the first camera she ever noticed. Again, I’m wondering if Ng knows much about photography herself. (The second time she talks about the smell of developer it’s clear she’s talking about film developer, not print developer. I don’t recall that smell. The process I used was quite contained and you would only have smelled it at the start and end. Still, the smell I do remember was fixer.)

I’m still in the middle of the story of Mia in college, but I’m wondering how Ng is going to sort something out. The story we are getting is not the story Mrs R is getting. We’re getting Mia’s point of view. Mrs R is getting whatever Mia’s parents learned and remember. How will we know what this amounts to? (She does, briefly, cover this.)

P217 We are learning Mia’s story. We’ve had Mrs R’s story (and her mother’s and grandmother’s). We get Pearl and Lexie and Izzy. Then there was Mrs M and Bebe. We started with Moody, but that ended quickly and was a long time ago now. We did get Mia’s photographer neighbor for a bit, but that was just part of Mia’s story. The same is true for Mia’s parents.

At this point, I would say this novel is about the three mothers: Mrs M, Mrs R, and Mia.

We did, just at the end of that last chapter, get an incidental character (Grimes style). Martin the doorman has a wiener dog and is a Met’s fan living in Queens. Let’s see if Ng does anything with him. (No) And speaking of Grimes, have there been any animals? I recall something about a series of cat? names, but nothing really about the animals.

I’m starting to think that the description of Mia playing cat’s cradle on page 24 is the key to the composition of this novel.

What is so clever here is that the main conflict at this point has to do with custody of a baby. One woman is the birth mother who gave her up in a desperate moment, while the other is the woman who adopted her and has raised her so far. Mia’s position is curiously in between. She carried and gave birth to Pearl but I think she’s supposed to not be her “biological” parent in terms of genes. [I searched online and still can’t tell if Mia is supposed to be Pearl’s biological mother or not. No, I was wrong. The egg was Mia’s . This is why it was important that she resembled Mrs Ryan. SO, Mia is completely the biological mother. She only violated the terms of her agreement with the Ryans.]

P285 It’s a pity Vonnegut already used “Cat’s Cradle” as a title. Normally I’m not that fond of carefully planned out novels, but this is artfully done. It does mean you can’t stray from the plan. So, thinking about this aspect, the careful planning, so far this is like Mrs R, even though it was Mia with the actual cat’s cradle. Can you change this at the end, be more un-planned like Mia? Less deterministic. 

Finished book. Still processing ending. Will need to re-read the first and last chapters again. I suppose you have to have “growth” after the crisis to make a satisfying story. Otherwise it would be a complete tease. 

I may have to re-read more of Mia’s philosophical sayings now that I understand her status in the novel.

I’m also wondering about what Ng chose to tell about the future and what she didn’t tell. She went generations ahead at one point but doesn’t give us a hint about Izzy. Mia and Pearl seem to be fine. The other R. kids will be fine. Mrs R has shot herself in the foot (a ricochet?) but, like Lexie, she will be able to carry this burden. Izzy is the child off on her own now in an even worse position than before. It’s odd how little we saw of Izzy. You would think there would have been more scenes with her and Mia. 

So Mia “stole” Izzy from Mrs R to almost the same extent Bebe stole her daughter from Mrs M. It seems to be unspoken but that must have been the cruelest cut for Mrs R. Lucky for her she didn’t know how close Lexie and Mia had gotten.

Mia steals Pearl from the Ryans. Trip steals Pearl from Moody. Or better, Pearl chooses Trip over Moody. Izzy, and to a lesser extent Lexie, choose Mia over Mrs R. The men and even the boys are almost entirely passive. Moody befriends Pearl and starts the ball rolling, but that’s about it. We never get any of the male perspectives.

P55 “Rumplestiltskin” is pretty close to Mia’s story.

While reading this book I also started re-reading The Elegance of the Hedgehog. I think about Hedgehog frequently and have read it a number of times, but I hadn’t realized until just now that the reason I’m reading it now is due to the similarity between Izzy and Paloma. I’ve yet to come to the scene where Paloma is angry at Madam Michel because she is putting off M. Ozu. But it’s getting close now, and when I think of it I’m reminded of Izzy. And then there’s the idea of setting houses on fire. The relationship between Paloma and Madam Michel is really pretty close to that between Izzy and Mia. And the relationships with their mothers is also similar. 

Paloma is smarter and more grounded, oddly enough, but they are much alike. And this novel pulls off the plot crisis Hedgehog shows to us only to then deny us and replace with a nasty surprise. 

Mrs R interests Moody in Pearl - Moody interests Pearl in his family - The R family worries Mia - Mrs R drafts Mia into her household - Mia attracts Izzy to her household - Mia worries Mrs R - Pearl attracts Lexie to her household - Pearl notices the photo in the museum - Izzy interests Mrs R is researching it - Lexie lets Mia know about the found baby - Mia lets Bebe know where her baby is - This gets Mrs R investigating Mia - Pearl attracts Trip - Pearl hurts Moody - Mrs R slanders Pearl and drives away Mia, which drives away Izzy. We don’t really know how this affects Mrs R’s relationships with the other kids or her husband.

Why do we get the lunch with the two “mothers” who have lost their children but no future look at these relationships? And why just the imagination of a future meeting with Izzy and Mia? Why is Izzy’s future left so vague?

P90 Mia to Izzy, about her art, “ ‘I don’t have a plan, I’m afraid,’ she said, lifting the knife again. ‘But then, no one really does, no matter what they say.’ “

Izzy says her mother does, and I would say Ng has a very clear plan. Mia is right about her art, and maybe even Ng had to see what her plan produced and then reevaluate and adjust, but as a general rule of life this is at best only partly true. Mia herself seems to have a very detailed plan for her life. Her plan gets as diverted as Mrs R’s plan at the end of the novel.

P123 “Even then Mia had a sense of what she was starting; a hot smell pricked her nostrils, like the first wisp of smoke from a far-off blaze. She did not know if Bebe would get her baby back. All she knew was that the thought of someone else claiming her child was unbearable. How could these people, she thought, how could these people take a child from its mother? She told herself this all night and into the next morning... It wasn’t right. A mother should never have to give up her child.”

Not only do we get a fire here, but we get the same sense of right and wrong Mrs R and Izzy have. Everybody acts from the best of motives. And in the interest of maternal rights. 

I had missed, of course, the appropriateness of the caption of the photo in the museum, "Virgin and child." As far as we know, Mia is a virgin. Is there a Christian aspect to think about here? I hope not.

P162 Mrs R, Mia, and Izzy (and Bebe) are all driven by what they see as a desire for justice. And, except for Izzy, there’s also a shared, if conflicting, notion of maternal rights. But for Mrs R, Ng is clear this is only the “good” not the “real” reason. It’s really a personal aversion to Mia who she sees as not living by her rules -- and then taking her place with her kids, and it doesn’t help that that last is entirely Mrs R’s fault. Mia’s life is actually as carefully planned as Mrs R’s and her sense of justice is just as strong. 

And Mia’s mother loses her daughter just as determinedly as Mrs R does. 

Both Bebe and Izzy interpret Mia’s fairly generic words of wisdom in ways she never intended. And there wasn’t even the complication of translating from Aramaic.

Mia’s mother doesn’t understand her. Izzy’s mother doesn’t understand her. Likewise Paloma’s mother. Isn’t the surprising thing when parent and child are well suited? How often does that happen?

P302 Mia to Mrs R after she reveals she knows Mia’s story, “It terrifies you. That you missed out on something. That you gave up something you didn’t know you wanted... What was it? Was it a boy? Was it a vocation? Or was it a whole life?”

I really don’t see this. I admit it’s hard to argue with Mia since she seems to be the character Ng speaks through, but I think it is about the mother and daughter relationships more than anything else. I don’t see Mrs R really wanting any other life. She just doesn’t want her kids bonding with Mia.

And I think the final passage from Mrs R’s POV supports my interpretation. What she sees in her portrait is not quite what Mia hoped. Not her bursting out of her cage but her being the cage Izzy has burst out of. 

I’ve been thinking about Mrs M and her child and how likely that relationship is to be fraught. You can imagine them ending up like Mrs R and Izzy, only with cultural issues thrown in on top of everything else. The Nigerian girl raised by a not all that interested English couple (in a BBC feature I ran into) might actually have been better at giving the child her space. I can’t help imagining Mrs M as the world’s worst helicopter mom.

One of my online friends is driving her mother nuts by being trans male. It’s impossible to separate a person’s “true nature” from the family relationships that helped form their character, but one has to at least wonder if the desire to push buttons isn’t behind some “personal” decisions. Also, you have to wonder how different Izzy or Paloma would have been with a “Mia” as their mother. I certainly knew other parents I envied while growing up. But not enough to get a good sense of how their kids responded to them. Or at least I don't recall now. I believe they knew how fortunate they were, but I’m sure there would be exceptions.

307. The Battle off Samar

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The Battle off Samar

Prelude

When you’ve been a student of a topic for fifty years, the problem in talking about it is editing your thoughts down to the minimum necessary to do justice to that topic. This is not an easy thing to do. To understand the events of late 1944 you need to know a bit of what came before. And to fully appreciate the dramatic turn of events, you need even more information, especially about the naval officers involved. With this in mind, I’m going to start by talking -- briefly -- about the Japanese invasion of the Dutch East Indies and their conquest of the Java Sea in the spring of 1942. (The text in blue is not about the Battle off Samar, so you can skip it if you are in a hurry, or just not that interested.)

In the late winter of 1942 the Imperial Japanese Navy (IJN) ruled the waves in the Pacific. The battle forces of both the Royal Navy and the US Navy (USN) in the Pacific had been sunk or scattered. The IJN Mobile Force of fleet carriers (CVs), fast battleships (BBs), heavy cruisers (CAs), and destroyers (DDs) (which had attacked Pearl Harbor) roamed at will as (arguably) the most powerful naval force the world had ever seen. In the Java Sea this force was not even needed as the IJN employed smaller, but overwhelmingly capable, forces composed of pairs of powerful heavy cruisers or else destroyer squadrons supported by a light cruiser. Both of these forces had as their main weapon the “Long Lance” torpedo. It would take the Allies about a year to understand the capabilities of that weapon, and until that time their ships would blow up and sink in battles with the Japanese and they didn’t know why (not only were they more explosively powerful than other torpedoes, but their speed and range was so great that they sank ships that believed themselves to be outside the danger area.)

The IJN went from victory to victory, and at almost no cost to themselves as they were at so clear an advantage. We will see the reverse of this at Leyte. Whether it came down to destroyers, heavy cruisers, or carrier air groups, the IJN was the best in the world, and the Allies struggled to even compete. At this time, the drive into the Dutch East Indies was conducted at sea by the the 2nd Fleet under Admiral Kondo with the Carrier Group commanded by Vice Admiral (VA) Nagumo; and 3rd Fleet under VA Takahashi with the Eastern Attack Group (one of the destroyer squadrons) commanded by Rear Admiral RA Nishimura, the Eastern Covering Group commanded by RA Takagi (CAs Nachi x, Haguro) with RA Tanaka commanding another destroyer squadron, Western Attack Group commanded by VA Ozawa in CA Chokai x, Western Covering Group commanded by RA Kurita with CAs Mogami x, Mikuma, Kumano, Suzuya x. We will see many of these officers at Leyte as well.

x = ships sunk as a result of the Leyte Battles.

But things change quickly in modern war and only two and a half years later everything had changed. Nagumo and Takagi had both died when the US invaded and captured the Mariana Islands. Nishimura, now a VA, died the night before the action we are focusing on when his Southern Force was annihilated by the US 7th Fleet at the Battle of Surigao Strait. The IJN lost BBs Yamashiro and Fuso plus CA Mogami in this battle. Elements of 7th Fleet were still pursuing some surviving destroyers and the ships of IJN Force C, commanded by VA Shima, with CAs Nachi and Ashigara. (Nachi was damaged the previous night in a collision with Mogami and would be sunk by air attack about ten days later in Manila Bay.)

In October 1944 the IJN 5th Fleet under VA Kurita was dispatched to defend the Philippines. Kurita had a powerful force of BBs -- Yamato, Musashi (sunk the day before), Nagato, Kongo (sunk returning to Japan after the battle) & Haruna -- and CAs -- Atago & Maya & Takao (all torpedoed on the way to the battle. The first two sank and Takao withdrew to Singapore where she was judged unrepairable), Chokai , Myoko (torpedoed the day before and also ended up unrepairable at Singapore), Haguro, Kumanno, Suzuya, Chikuma & Tone. In addition, there was the Mobile Force now under the command of VA Ozawa. This was a decoy force of aircraft carriers, old battleships that had been partly converted to carriers, with an assortment of lighter escorts. The plan was to show Admiral Halsey, the commander of US 3rd Fleet, some flight decks and have him chase after them -- and away from Kurita’s main body. The air groups that should have made these Japanese ships a powerful fighting force had been destroyed four months before by US 5th Fleet under Admiral Spruance. Now the IJN carriers were empty floating hangers of no particular military value. This plan would work to perfection. 

Now it was the Allies moving from victory to victory and penetrating closer and closer to Japan. Both sides had (for decades) prepared for an anticipated “Decisive Battle” in the Caroline/Mariana Islands area of the central/western Pacific. There had indeed been a battle in the area anticipated, the Battle of the Philippine Sea, but this had been a battle of aircraft and submarines only. The naval air power of the IJN had been destroyed -- and in this war that was indeed decisive -- but the battle fleets had never even seen each other. Now the Allies were invading the Philippines with a major landing on Leyte Island, and the IJN decided to make one last total effort to stop the Allied advance across the Pacific. There would be diversionary fleets to the north (Ozawa with the surviving aircraft carriers but with no aircraft to speak of) and to the south (Nishimura with some old battleships and cruisers, enough to pull strong forces away from Leyte Gulf). The main force would be in the Center under the command of Kurita. With luck, Kurita would be able to sail through San Bernardino Strait and then into Leyte Gulf where his powerful force of battleships and heavy cruisers could destroy the shipping supporting the Allied amphibious invasion and possibly even take a toll on 7th Fleet.

This sounds like a reasonable plan. (Though the invasion had come sooner than expected and it took time to get all the pieces in motion, so the Japanese could not know how much shipping would still be in Leyte Gulf when they could finally arrive. Perhaps a lot. Perhaps most of the ships would have unloaded and departed.) And the fact that it almost did work shouldn’t hide the fact that the USN had more than enough resources to cover all these threats. USN 7th Fleet was in and around Leyte Gulf with a battle force of older ships, many of which had been sunk or damaged at Pearl Harbor. Nonetheless, these were still powerful ships and the ships sunk and then raised at Pearl Harbor had been modernized and were much better than they had been in 1941. And these six battleships were supported by a powerful force of cruisers, destroyers, and even PT boats. But this was only the USN’s second team. The USN’s main strength was 3rd Fleet.

3rd Fleet was also known as The Big Blue Fleet. For the most part, these were ships that had been built during the war -- with a handful of speedy survivors from the pre-war Navy. When commanded by Admiral Spruance it was known as 5th Fleet, as at the Battle of the Philippine Sea. When commanded by Admiral Halsey it was known as 3rd Fleet. Halsey and his staff had been preparing for the invasion of the Philippines while Spruance managed the invasion of the Marianas. Now Halsey would get his first chance to command during a major battle. Unfortunately, this was what the Japanese were counting on, and they weren’t wrong.

I will talk about 3rd Fleets air strength and disposition later, but 3rd Fleet also contained a potential battle fleet. The six new, fast battleships in 3rd fleet were distributed among the Task Groups to provide anti-aircraft protection. But there was a plan to form them into a battle Group (Task Force 34) if needed, under the command of Admiral Willis Augustus Lee (the victor of the 2nd Naval Battle of Guadalcanal). (There were some problems with this plan. Two of the BBs were faster -- and more powerful -- than the other ships. These were the ships that should have been rushed off to deal with the Central Force, but while Halsey flew his flag on one of these ships, Lee, the sub-force commander was on one of the other ships. Task Force 34 -- which never quite existed -- became one of the greatest controversies of the Pacific War, derailing friendships and resulting in a lack of honest information about the situation. It’s impossible to know how large a role this seemingly minor issue of which commanding officers were on which ships had on all this blowing up in Halsey’s face. “The World Wonders.”)

So that’s the basics of the forces and some of the officers involved in what was about to be the largest naval battle of the war. But that’s the Battle of Leyte Gulf. I’m going to jump directly to one of the four sub-battles of this colossal engagement of rival navies. Here is the Battle off Samar. Quite possibly the USN’s finest hour.

The Battle off Samar

The challenge here is to not write too much. Let’s see if I can manage that.

On the morning of October 25th, 1944, RA Clifton "Ziggy" Sprague was overseeing the dawn launch of his anti-submarine patrol -- his task group of five tiny escort carriers (CVEs) had two responsibilities, anti-submarine patrolling and fire support for the troops recently landed on Leyte island prior to the establishment of airfields on Leyte itself. (I love that the US Navy commander for this improbably battle had the nickname, "Ziggy.") Taffy 3 was one of three similar task groups comprising Task Force 77.4. They were all equipped with war-build merchant ships converted to tiny aircraft carriers with the addition of a flight deck and small hanger. 

Unfortunately, they were a third the size of a fleet carrier with only about half the speed and they also lacked the defensive armament. Each CVE featured a single 5” gun in an open mount at its stern. Beside that, they had a few light anti-aircraft guns. And instead of being escorted by fast battleships, cruisers, and destroyers, Taffy 3 was supported by 3 Destroyers (DDs) and 4 Destroyer escort (DEs) (a mini-destroyer developed for the anti-submarine role.)

So that’s what C. Sprague was up to that morning when reports started coming in of ships on the horizon. Large warships moving fast and in their direction. These ships were Admiral Kurita’s Central Force, the main battle fleet of the Imperial Japanese Navy. Central Force had been weakened by air and submarine attack the previous days, but it still boasted the super battleship Yamato, the BBs Nagato, Kongō, and Haruna;  and an especially impressive force of heavy cruisers (Chōkai, Haguro, Kumano, Suzuya, Chikuma, Tone) escorted by two light cruisers and eleven destroyers. This was the most powerful surface fleet the US Navy would fight in WW2.

Kurita had come through San Bernardino strait that morning expecting to run into the full might of Halsey’s 3rd Fleet at any moment. Instead he found an empty sea before him, until he ran into Taffy 3. The IJN had not known about the Taffy’s, so he assumed he was seeing a task group of 3rd Fleet, not 7th Fleet. To him, the CVEs looked like CVs and the DDs and DEs looked like cruisers and destroyers. To him, this looked like the opportunity of a lifetime and he turned his ships loose to chase down and destroy the enemy. This was meant to be the Decisive Battle that both navies had dreamed of for decades. If Kurita could destroy 3rd Fleet, the U.S. advance across the Pacific would be stopped and the invasion of Leyte would be thwarted. 


C. Sprague responded quickly to events. He ordered all his aircraft be launched and then had his little carriers head into some nearby storms where the Japanese wouldn’t be able to see them. He ordered his support ships to try to delay the Japanese and he got on the radio and sought help from everyone he could think of. He would spend the remainder of the day, trying to keep his ships as far from the Japanese guns as possible. This was not really a battle he could “fight” with the insignificant forces under his command. The amazing outcome was that he only lost one CVE, the Gambier Bay, to enemy guns.


The Little Boys
At least one of the destroyer captains didn’t even wait for orders before attacking the oncoming enemy force. The USS Johnston, the closest ship to the enemy, lay down a smoke screen and then headed for Kurita at top speed with guns blazing. Their 5" guns started fires on the CA Kumano. 

C. Sprague now ordered two more DDs (Hoel and Heerman) to form up and launch a torpedo attack. These fleet destroyers were joined, in at least one case against orders, by the DEs (Samuel B. Roberts, Raymond, Dennis, and John C. Butler). Roberts played a crucial role in driving two of the IJN CAs out of the battle and all the DEs fired their torpedoes causing the Japanese ships to scatter as they evaded. 

Given the overwhelming advantages of the Japanese fleet in number and size and preparedness for the attack. This knee jerk response by seven of the smallest fighting ships in the US Navy should have been a joke. It should have been brushed off without even slowing down the approaching Japanese, but that’s not what happened. I will not go into the details of this improbable battle but you can find them HERE.

Besides the actual damage from gun fire and torpedoes to IJN ships, the Yamato, the most powerful battleship in the world, was driven out of the battle, running away from torpedoes from the USS Hoel. And this was Kurita’s flagship (since his original flagship had been sunk by a submarine two nights before). He was now heading in the opposite direction of his fleet and lost track of the battle. To paraphrase Winston Churchill, never was so much achieved by so few.

But the cost of this attack was high. Hoel, Johnson and Samuel B. Roberts were all sunk. It is an odd sort of tribute that in the IJN ship's logs these tiny ships are described as cruisers.


The air attack
I keep specifying "C. Sprague" because there happened to be another Admiral Sprague on the scene. Taffy 2 was commanded by RA Felix Stump while Taffy 1, and Task Force 77.4 as a whole, was commanded by Thomas L. Sprague (no relation). Together, all the little carriers of TF 77.4 carried around 450 aircraft -- what four fleet carriers might have carried.

Even as the attack of the "small boys" was in progress, and continuing long after most of those ships had lost their battles to stay afloat, the aircraft from all three Taffys were attacking the Japanese as best they could. Aside from the Avenger torpedo bombers which you would also find on the bigger fleet carriers, these were mostly Wildcat fighters that had been replaced by Hellcats on the bigger carriers. And even the Avengers were armed with depth charges (for use against submarines) and high explosive bombs (to attack shore targets in support of the infantry on Leyte). And these aircrews had never trained to attack enemy fleets, as that was the job of the fleet carriers. But attack they did.

The Wildcats were, for the most part, only armed with their .50 cal machine guns -- no sane person would advocate attacking heavily armed and armored warships with only machine guns, but that’s what they had and, in fact, six .50 cal machine guns strafing the bridge and decks is not nothing. If nothing else it distracted the officers and crew from the attacks of the destroyers and Avengers carrying more potent munitions. Some Wildcats, even after they had used up their ammunition, continued to buzz the enemy decks making everyone dive for cover.

The results of this prolonged air attack, no matter how impromptu, were considerable. I haven't been able to find a statistic for the number of aircraft lost by Task Force 77.4 during the battle itself. It seems that Taffy 3 lost 128 but that must include planes lost in the Kamikaze sinking of the St Lo and similar attacks on other Taffy 3 carriers after the battle proper. In all of the Battle of Leyte Gulf the US Navy lost around 200 aircraft.


3rd Fleet finally makes an appearance 
The reason the Taffys were so unprepared for this action was that they were a very small cog in a huge machine. Together, the Taffys formed Task Group 77.4, a small portion of 7th Fleet. The bulk of 7th Fleet on that morning was inside Leyte Gulf or still chasing the remnants of two other Japanese fleets down Surigau Strait. The Battle of Surigau Strait  the previous night (just as interesting in its own way) had distracted 7th Fleet’s battle force and expended a lot of ammunition, but there were still powerful forces (including the USS Pennsylvania, which hadn’t managed to find a target during the battle) waiting inside Leyte Gulf should the Japanese make it that far. But they were in no position to come out and assist the Taffys.


3rd Fleet was the main strength of the US Navy -- what was called the Big Blue Fleet. It was divided into four Task Groups each of which was a powerful force by itself. Three of these Task Groups were off to the north chasing Ozawa -- a diversionary force. The fourth, commanded by John S. “Slew” McCain (Senator McCain's grandfather) had been sent toward Ulithi to resupply. When C. Sprague’s calls for help came in, McCain changed course and raced back toward Leyte. Late in the battle, an attack from McCain’s fleet carriers finally hit the Japanese. This was a rushed attack at maximum range, and the results were not impressive. Still, it was an indication to anyone paying attention that things were likely to soon get even worse for the Japanese. The day had not gone well for the Japanese and USN forces (stronger than what they were already facing) were now on every side.


Kurita departs
This is the most controversial phase of the battle. The whole idea of this multi-pronged Japanese attack had been to get Kurita’s Central Force into Leyte Gulf where it could destroy the ships supporting the amphibious landing on Leyte, so that the Japanese Army could then drive the Americans into the sea. The Central Force was now just outside Leyte Gulf and 7th Fleet would have been hard pressed to counter a determined attack. Perhaps Central Force would have been destroyed in the attempt, but they had the opportunity to do some damage and die gloriously, usually an attractive option for the Japanese. Instead, Kurita decided to go home.


I sympathize with Kurita here. The man had had one flagship sunk under him and had lost one of Japan’s two super battleships. He had seen his fleet savaged by a mystery fleet that should have been inconsequential. He knew stronger air attacks were likely. He suspected 3rd Fleet’s battle force was also on the way. He had no idea what awaited him in Leyte Gulf. There might be no good targets. There might be a wall of up to six older battleships. He had already lost many of the IJN’s best ships: (BB Musashi, CAs  Atago, Maya, Suzuya, Chokai, Chikuma were all sunk, three of the CAs in this action, and other ships had been damaged and would be chased down and sunk in the near future) and if he continued, his losses would only grow. Nothing he could have foreseen at this point looked anything like a true victory. And if the full strength of 3rd Fleet -- which he falsely believed himself to be engaging with -- caught up with him before he cleared San Bernardino Strait, he would probably be annihilated. I’m not going to judge a commander in this situation.


Epilogue
There’s a sad epilogue to the story of this battle. I mean from the American perspective, it’s all sad from the Japanese side. Cleanup operations were continuing to the north and the south and the first Kamikaze attacks were also distracting 7th Fleet. After losing the CVE Gambier Bay to battleship shells Taffy would also lose CVE St. Lo to a Kamikaze attack. The effort to recover survivors from the sinking of the Gambier Bay, Johnson, Hoel, and Samuel B. Roberts was delayed and the currents were strong, so that it took the navy a long time to find where the survivors had drifted. Many of the men who had survived the sinkings, died before they could be recovered.

Still, the Battle off Samar turned out to be as close to the anticipated “Decisive Battle” as the Pacific War would see. The US Navy’s equivalent of junior varsity took on the best the IJN had and fought them to a standstill. Ships never intended to see a fleet action faced a powerful battle fleet and gave as well as they received. The USN lost a militarized merchant ship and three escort ships while the IJN lost three of their powerful heavy cruisers sunk. The Japanese fleet would never again sortie in an attempt to engage in battle (Ten Go, the sortie of the Yamato with a few escort ships in 1945, was a Kamikaze operation.)

306.Quick trip to Portland

On the Coast Starlight, again

Wednesday
I think I’ve remembered most of the important things about riding Amtrak. Like dressing warmly and bringing snacks, as the snack offerings are abysmal. It wasn’t until after I boarded that I recalled Amtrak's habit of riding over the worst rails while you should be sleeping. We’ll see if they do this again. (Not particularly.)

This train seems less crowded than I expected. I thought there were only a few seats left when I finally bought tickets. We’re already to Carquinez Strait, my favorite part of the trip on the bay. Or between the bays. So far I haven’t thought of anything I’ve forgotten. I was thinking of bringing my scarf, but that was a contingency thing. I may miss it tonight, actually.

We’re pulling into Martinez. A place I’ve only been to with K_____. I’m not sure how I would even get here aside from on the train unless I rented a car. There is probably an AC transit bus but it probably takes days.

What I didn’t bring is a book. There was one I was thinking of bringing, but it was rather heavy and I do plan on visiting Powell’s. Possibly tomorrow and certainly on Saturday before I depart. 

I don't have WiFi. So of course there’s something I would like to research. Before I left home I determined that the U.S. built about 10,000 Tank Destroyers during WW2 and I’m dying to know how many similar AFVs Germany built. They had tank hunters and an array of assault guns but I suspect the numbers were more modest. The U.S. vehicles were not as good in some important ways, but in other ways they were better. As with destroyers, the IJN had more powerful ships but the USN ships were “good enough” and more numerous. (Ready? It's more complicated than I thought, but the short answer is that I was wrong. The Germans fielded three different classes of armored vehicles besides tanks: 3,535 Panzerjagers; 5,350 Jadpanzers; and about 10,000 StuGs. What makes this confusing is that while all these vehicles had better antitank guns than the USA vehicles, the StuGs in particular were intended for use as assault guns in support of infantry. This is a role the USA tank destroyers also filled, but, aside from the advantages of a turret over pointing the whole vehicle at the target, the USA guns were not as good in this role either. But, the standard M4 Sherman tank, with a 75mm gun, was excellent in the infantry support role, and the version with a 105mm howitzer was even better in the assault role. Only 1,641 of these were manufactured, but the total number of M4 tanks was a staggering 49 thousand and change. )

Also just before I left home I watched a video, a new favorite YouTube historian has produced, about the USS Texas. I’ve written about these antique USN battleships before; they would have been scrapped or used as target ships in the 1940s, as the new battleships joined the fleet, but because there was a war on they were kept in service. The Texas had served with the Royal Navy’s Grand Fleet at the end of the Great War and then went on to provide fire support for the Allied landings at Casa Blanca, Normandy, and the South of France. And then she sailed to the Pacific and did the same thing at Iwo Jima and Okinawa. She even made three Magic Carpet trips after the war bringing soldiers home from the Far East.

And unlike the Nevada and West Virginia, she didn’t require much investment during the war. They added lots of AAA and had to replace her gun barrels because she fired so many rounds at enemy targets. These targets would have included the Panzer concentrations around Caen that were devastated by the naval artillery. To the best of my knowledge this role was not something the USN anticipated before the war.

Thursday
Well, I sort of slept. And breakfast was good. Sat with an older (88) man from Vancouver, BC and we’ve been yakking ever since. Sorted out all the world’s problems and gave each other travel and life advice. He used to sing barbershop but doesn’t read music. Meant to ask him why, but he launched into a story about DC and I forgot. I was no prodigy, but reading music isn’t THAT hard. Why, if music is that important to you, wouldn't you take the time to learn? This would apply to Tori Amos as well.

The train crossed over the Oregon border during breakfast. I even saw what I think was Mt Shasta. I swear I recall waking up in my sleeping car bed well into Oregon but that seems to be impossible. Beats me.

Arriving in Portland the train runs next to the tracks for one of the TriMet MAX LRVs, the one that goes past where I stay. I also noticed the stop for where I was planning to have my vegan pizza dinner that day. I love Portland.

Friday
I’m at my now longtime favorite Fehrenbacker Hof in Goose Hollow for breakfast. This is one of my favorite neighborhoods in the world. Mostly because it reminds me of my college days, though I can’t explain why. Last time I was here the Hof was closed so I had dinner at the place just next door. And that was good too. If I lived in Portland I would spend way too much time here. And it would be more expensive than the Bank Cafe where what little I can order is cheap. Here I want almost everything. 

One small complaint/similarity, they are playing music from the ‘60s. A little different music, Credence and Jimi, but still... 

Sweet Jesus, I just noticed my computer automatically logged onto their WiFi. Yes!!! I’m home.

My breakfast just arrived and while I was eating they did play a newer song. And then I realized it was from the ‘90s, so, still the better part of three decades old. I’m just particularly sensitive to five decade old songs.

I’m avoiding going to Powell’s until tomorrow after I check my bag at the train station. One, Powell’s is a good thing to do near the train station. Two, it keeps me from getting stuck in a book while I’m here. That would be a waste of a visit, after all. 

The air quality is getting even worse back in SF due to the fire. I’m starting to wish I had decided to stay longer, but that gets tricky with the trash situation. Still, breathing is something I enjoy doing.

I need to buy nail clippers (the thing I forgot to pack) so just looked to see where the Walgreen's were. In SF you don’t have to go more than a couple blocks to find a Walgreen's. There’s one two blocks from me and five more within six blocks, maybe more. Here there is one in the entire downtown (west of the river) area. Strange. And it’s not like there are many CVS or RiteAid locations. It’s like all the pharmacies decided to leave this market alone.

Had lunch with D___ and G__ at a brew pub with vegan food. I had heard about the Reuben sandwich so two of us ordered that, and we also shared an order of tacos. Everything was good. Was lovely talking to them again. D___ is retiring from teaching next month so it will be interesting to see how she deals with that.

For dinner I went to Bye and Bye, for a third time. Turns out they also have a vegan Reuben, which I wish I had ordered, but I went with the spaghetti and meatballs instead. No complaints, but it would have been fun to have compared the two Reubens.


I would love to have comparative statistics on construction of buildings of greater than four stories in Portland and SF over the past thirty years. I wouldn’t be surprised if more units were built in Portland. And the ratio of residential to commercial in the two markets would also be interesting. My guess is the ratio of residential would be far higher in Portland.


Saturday
It turns out mid November is a great time to visit Portland. It’s a festival of leaves. Enough are still on the trees to give you the beauty part, but more are on the ground. Today was windy and they were blowing in drifts. And the smell was heavenly. 

My pre-train day went pretty well. I had a breakfast snack at Powell’s and lunch at Sizzle Pie. I made a quick trip to the Pearl Hardware Store and bought breathing masks for when I get home, since the smoke has still not cleared. The only down side was that, for the second time, I took the streetcar to the closest stop to Union Station, which is not really the best way to get there. I had to walk blocks out of my way. I think there is a way to do this, but that would require boldly dropping down into streets the destination of which are not obvious. Maybe I should try to do this next time when I’m not actually catching the train.

Powell’s was it’s usual wonderful self. I love that they have these large, formal label/dividers for nearly every philosopher you’ve ever heard of. The selection of Foucault titles was pretty daunting. I couldn’t find anything “about” David Ricardo, but I didn’t look that hard. The area with tables/shelves of featured titles was a little disappointing. I though they would have groupings more to my thinking, but they were mostly groupings convenient to the bookseller. Not that I didn’t find anything I wanted to read. Since size and weight was a primary consideration, I had to pass over some of my first choices, but ended up with Carrie Fisher’s The Princess Diarist. She’s always fun to read.

I had remembered the cafe in Powell’s as being a bit funkier. It was okay, but certainly not as nice as the Hof. Sizzle Pie is great for the pizza but otherwise a pain in the ass. I guess when you stay that busy you don’t have to think about improving things. Not that different than Tartine except that at Tartine I don’t recall my shoes being stuck to the carpet.

Looking out the window at the cafe in Powell’s I noticed a new tall building with four small wind turbines on the roof. I went by and got the name of the company that had worked on that. With luck I can contact them by email and ask some questions. They were spinning like mad today. (No luck.)

Just grabbed a reservation for the last seating at dinner. As I recall, breakfast is awkward as we arrive in Emeryville fairly early. I could be wrong about that but I wouldn't mind having breakfast at home in the morning.

Paragons. Because of C___’s travels in the subcontinent, I’ve been thinking about the Buddha and other paragons. Which got me thinking of Stan Lee: isn’t he a kind of paragon of living a full and productive life? Reaching enlightenment is an achievement, I suppose, but isn’t it also a form of cheating? Penetrating Maya and seeing beyond this reality is like finding the answers to all the quiz questions in the back of the book. What’s more interesting is what people do while playing the game without cheating. This reminds me a bit of that "The Other Side of the Hedge" short story. 

How many of the “homeless” would be good monks under different social circumstances? Some of them are of limited intelligence and have emotional issues, so prime candidates for faith. Would a religious structure like that of the Buddhist monks in South and SE Asia provide structure and meaning to their lives? I should ask C___ about this.

With permaculture, what could you do with 40 acres and a mule?

Perhaps one reason I think of Portland as being Midwestern is that two of the terminuses (termini?) of the MAX system are Cleveland and Milwaukee. But then there’s also Beaverton and, my favorite, Clackamas.

For my sins there are a plethora of little kids on this train, and most of them are in my car. I may be spending the night in the lounge car. Or possibly a bathroom. One is having a screaming fit as I type this. Why would so many kids be traveling in mid November? Thanksgiving! Didn’t think of that.

Another interesting meal in the dining car. A couple that had moved from Seattle to a barge in the Netherlands. She had once lived in Noe Valley and he had once lived in the San Fernando Valley. And a younger guy from Sunnyvale. The Silicon Valley. The Valley table. 

Sunday
The Princess Diarist. Not her best, but good. She says the elephant in the room was his family or the nature of their relationship, but I think the real elephant was her bipolarity (?) You can’t let that out of the bag and then pretend like you haven’t. The problem isn’t just Harrison, though it probably was him too, but, as she says herself, everything going on in her head.


I’m back in SF, North Beach in fact. It’s smoky but I’m not going to shave my beard if the weather is breaking in a couple days. I didn’t sleep well last night, of course, but I napped for a couple hours after getting home. Now I need to get organized again. Just enough of a trip to get me out of my rut, I hope.

305.So much random

Jury Duty 2018

It isn’t easy to get to our Hall of Justice, but I managed it, despite unexpected street construction that forced me to walk an extra couple blocks. They finally noticed that juries started trials pissed off at having had their time wasted for days on end, and now there are far fewer potential jurors hanging around the building. And the police station in the building has been moved to a safer structure, so there are fewer cops around. As a result, the options for lunch have dropped to very few. I went to the place I’ve always gone, that is more expensive and caters to the lawyers. Even it is not thriving.

I just missed out on being selected for a jury for a misdemeanor prescription drug case that was a complete mystery. Did this guy piss on the side of a police car or what? It seemed to be a waste of everyone’s time, though, as it worked out, only one day of my time.

Since I had some time on my hands while we were waiting to be sent to a courtroom, I did what I usually do at such moments and started thinking about metaphysics. Recently I’ve been watching some excellent YouTube videos about String theory, the Multiverse, and the possibility that our universe is a simulation. The difference between Simulation and Pantheism is pretty subtle. You could easily rewrite the Devi creation story as a Simulation -- though this doesn’t get you any closer to answering questions about the origin of “everything.” 

We always come back to that ass Descartes when traveling this road -- the only thing we can know for sure is that we think. That we are aware. We can’t experience reality directly. We know that even our consciousness is a construct (see Korsakoff Syndrome). It would be nice to know what our bodies know. Are we dually sentient? We sort of know that each lobe of the brain has its own awareness, but is there another awareness that manages our perception, among other things? People are always trying to communicate with animals or space aliens, but it would be far more valuable to know what our brains/minds know that our consciousness doesn’t.

Random

Because it’s a Sunday and my options are limited, I walked the route rarely traveled, the bee-line to the Peet’s on Market Street. This takes me through Union Square proper, which is getting ready for the Christmas season. The work required to provide the wood “foundation” for the ice rink is rather more impressive than I had imagined. A lot of lumber and a lot of effort goes into this preparation. And I wonder where all this stuff is stored from Christmas to Christmas? 

Next I hit the new subway station at the SE corner of the square. It is slowly taking shape, but I don’t see why it isn’t already enclosed -- before the rains start. Apparently the construction people don’t think that way. I can see stairs and the bed for the escalator down to the actual train platforms, deep below the street. My view wasn’t good but it almost looked like there was only room for one escalator. I would think that couldn’t be true, but this is a Muni project. The tunnel is around 100 feet below the street.

Finally I walked down the last two blocks of Stockton Street. These blocks have been a construction zone for many years (except for when they are briefly pedestrianized at Christmas). The 2nd block is still dirt with a large hole with elevator down to the tunnel below. But the 1st block is ready to be paved and returned to normal use. Currently it’s being used for staging of construction equipment. And, honestly, there’s not that much reason to rush it back into service until the two blocks above are complete. Mostly this would be handy for taxis and Ubers. But psychologically it would be huge as it would suggest the construction nightmare was close to being over. And the surviving businesses on that block of Stockton would love it.

The street level construction mess is mirrored under the streets. Though not the same street, for the most part. Powell Street Station is the longest of our Market Street train stations serving both BART and Muni Metro, and it has been gutted and partly blocked off for as long as the streets have been torn up. Not entirely sure why. The main change will be that the existing (1970s) station will be connected to the new Central Subway station under Stockton. The new tunnel was bored beneath the original trench with BART below Muni. But that doesn’t explain why they had to gut the entire station. (Which also serves as a homeless camp.) Personally, finally completing the station work will improve my life more than putting the streets above back into service.

And as long as I’ve brought you down here to Market across from the "Medium" headquarters Phelan Building, this Christmas there will be two new popular attractions for the hoi polloi: The Ice Cream Museum has been doing an astonishing business since last Fall, and now “Candytopia” has opened in one of the retail spaces of the Four Seasons Hotel. By next year I expect to see “Crack-a-polousa” and “The Meth Museum.” It seems like we should at least live up to our usual reputation and have "The Kale Experience" and "Tofu You."

This really is the best Peet’s for people watching. The crowds out on this side of Market are noticeably altered by the two new attractions, especially the Candytopia that is just next door. Where are these suburbanites coming from? They don’t even look like the usual tourists. Someone had a great idea for pulling in the sugar craving crowds. Perhaps it’s sponsored by childhood diabetes. There’s still a vacated Walgreen’s across the street that could be converted into a Chuck E Cheese.

The other thing happening in my “hood” is the big Marriott hotel workers strike. I knew there were a lot of Marriott hotels around, but there are even more than I thought. And they all have had loud 24/7 protests for weeks now. I think the union ill timed the strike. This is a busy season, Oracle OpenWorld was last week (I only ended up working one shift) and every room in the city will be booked. People are not going to cancel at the Marriott because of the strike -- which they might do at a slower time of year when there would be vacancies elsewhere. My guess is that the strike is a pain for local management but might actually be saving the corporation some money. 

I’m still a fan of our new Mayor Breed. She seems to be taking some positive steps to deal with the problem on our streets. And the good news is that she’s on the clock. She won the election to fill our late Mayor’s term, but she will have to run again soon and people will want to see that she has accomplished something. That all the other mayors before her were unsuccessful at this, won’t help her. Her timing seems to be good. The process to gain conservatorship for some of the completely helpless people on the street seems to have reached a point where something might actually happen. And most everyone (with some vocal exceptions) is pretty fed up. And it’s not like she has to turn the city into Disneyland. Any noticeable improvement will be celebrated like the 2nd Coming. She’s in a good position. I’d give here 50/50 odds.

After Oracle

Well, I was wrong. My greening season ended with a whimper after all. Not only is a shift spent monitoring an infrequently visited eco-station for a convention lunch boring and pointless, but in the end I only was required to work one day out of the four. A mere blip of a whimper. The novelty of working on what is usually a busy downtown street wore off years and years ago. It was a lovely day and I was in the shade, so it could have been worse. 

I did have plenty of time for greening conversations with the handful of people curious about what we were doing. One guy even gave me a reusable metal straw -- with cleaning brush! Which is nice but, there are very few times I want a straw. Not counting the times I manage to drench myself following an ice blockage incident. Smoothies and milkshakes do require a fat straw, or at least a straw makes drinking them easier. And a straw is handy for stirring Thai iced tea. Otherwise, I don’t see the point.

Feynman

There’s a calf/ankle exercise I do at home next to my shelf of “special” books. While exercising today I was noticing how handsome the spine of my copy of QED by Richard Feynman is, which got me wishing that there was a companion Q?D, also by Feynman to go with it. I write Q?D and not QCD because what I have in mind is a book started by Murray Gell-man and then rewritten by Feynman. I’m confident (without any reason for this confidence) that Feynman, while rewriting Gell-man’s text, would come up with a better analogy than “chroma” for what’s going on with quarks. If this usage -- color is based on electrodynamic frequency which is an aspect of QED -- annoys me this much, it must have bothered Feynman even more. So what I want is a companion volume that explains “QCD” but in a whole new way, so that the “C” has to be replaced with another letter.

From this my mind wandered to Feynman’s habit of working, both physics and drawing, in topless bars in LA. I have no doubt that any number of print and electronic journalists thought to question the girls about how it affected them to be sketched by a Nobel Prize winning physicist. And I’m sure their replies were as interesting as the usual answers of athletes to questions that go beyond their sport. Not very. But I do wonder. You could imagine a sort of “Good Will Hunting” with the brilliant young woman just trying to feed her kids but rediscovering her math genius. Or she could be genius on the bongo drums. That would work, too.

304. La Cocina StreetFood festival

La Cocina StreetFood festival

My greening season is now over. The StreetFood festival was the last of our big events -- there may be a big convention coming up, but I try to avoid those. The La Cocina event was actually disappointing, though I’m not entirely disappointed by that. In its original form, on the streets of the Mission District, this was one of the most compost intensive events we’ve ever worked. The organizers exhausted themselves, stopped doing the event, then re imagined it as a smaller event in a more manageable venue. Even that was pretty overwhelming, but now it’s gotten even smaller on an even smaller site. Instead of having my hands full for eight hours, we were actually over-staffed for what work there was to do. I even volunteered to go home early at one point.

The few food vendors did uphold the reputation of their kind for failure to properly sort their trash. I’ve been trying to start a campaign to compel them to use only bright blue gloves, as these are easy to pick out of the trash. These vendors used white gloves with foods that were mostly white, making them almost impossible to find, while one vendor was using black gloves, which I’ve never seen before, and these were almost as hard to pick out. In part this was because it was after dark and this new venue has no area lighting. The good news was that there were no scavengers. So that was nice.

I did like the venue. It’s the site of an old power-plant just south of Pier 70. There is already a development plan for the old shipyard at Pier 70, and this parcel is projected to be the next phase of that project... though I doubt that this will happen this boom. It will probably sit unused -- and available for events like the StreetFood Festival -- for another decade. This is good as we are running out of venues like this.

Our dumpsters and trucks were positioned off to the side next to a huge old masonry building with no roof. The walls look to be four to five feet thick. If you look at the aerial view in Google Map you will see three huge oil tanks between the old Pier 70 venue and the new Power Plant venue, but those tanks have already been removed. I hope someone comes up with a plan to reuse the building with the massive walls, though I don’t have anything in mind. Well, I do, but it’s just the usual.

As I was working yesterday, I was thinking that I’ve come out of this year pretty well, physically. I have a bunch of things I do for my back, and my back has been fine all greening season. I have things I do for my right wrist, and, aside from a week or two, my wrist has also been problem free. My shoulder is still not right, and I will be addressing that as soon as this week, but it hasn’t prevented me from doing anything. What I occasionally do to my neck is a mystery, but I got through this year without any annoying nerve problems. Not bad.

One of our (much younger) workers started the season by getting hit by a truck while working in a dark parking lot. Then he had to leave HSB because he hurt his knee stepping into a gopher hole. He is still out. I can’t say that would never happen to me, but I’ve taken a number of steps (good boots plus exercises all year long) to help prevent just that sort of injury. I would say that I’m the most prepared of all our workers. This is partly because I’ve been doing this longest -- eleven years; partly because I’m older than all but one of them; and mostly because I’m me. The day after that guy hurt his knee I had cut the toes off a pair of socks and added them to the emergency stuff I carry in my backpack when I work. I discovered you could make an effective and comfortable compression support for your knees with toe less socks back in the ‘80s when I gave running a try. I quickly gave that up though it did serve to remind me that I had injured my knee playing football. That paid off the next decade when I started going to the gym and could tell personal trainers with ideas about hideous squat exercises that they were out of the question for me. I will probably die of a rare aliment that could have been prevented with squats.

One more thing about yesterday. Muni got me one last time and really good. We have a system that displays when the next train/bus is due to arrive. Sometimes it even works. For HSB, going home, I could catch different buses going different directions at the edge of the park. The first day the display for the line I was hoping to take was “Configuring” but never configured and worked. The Next day I decided to go with the other direction, and now that one did the exact same thing. The final day the display said a bus was coming, but it never did. I waited about a half an hour before the bus coming the other direction showed up and I took it. And then, while waiting for the next bus I needed to get home, I noticed that my bus was followed by three more buses on that infrequently serviced route within ten minutes.

So Muni had its hands full topping that. Especially as I was waiting for a streetcar instead of a bus. The display seemed to be working correctly. The next train was minutes away. Then it was Arriving. Then it was Departing. Only it wasn’t visible in this universe. So now we were waiting about fifteen minutes for the next train. Then twelve minutes. Then eleven minutes. Then ten minutes. Then twelve minutes. It continued to bounce around but never got to be less than ten. I walked three blocks inbound to the next station, and it was still the same message. So I gave up and hopped on a bus running perpendicular to where I wanted to go, so I could connect with a different train or bus. Took forever, but I finally got home. 

Wait, Muni got me one more time. When I transferred to the bus heading where I actually wanted to go, I discovered that the bus stop had been moved -- just this month -- and so I had to find where it had been moved to. I can only assume that muggers had complained that the old bus stop was in a too well lit and public location. The new location is far superior for muggings.

Transitioning

People always talk about spring cleaning but I’m in the midst of fall cleaning... and stuff. This is partly things I want to get in order before the rains start but mostly just transition stuff from greening season to non-greening season. Half of this is HOA related and the rest is personal. I’m even attempting to make my annual appointment with my barber. I have to remember to ask her what color my hair is. How’s that for a strange question. But my hair seems to be at least three different colors. Perhaps my drivers license should say, “Neopolitan.” (My barber suggests "salt and pepper.")

One of the errands on my list for today is a trip to the chiropractor to get advice about my shoulder. The tricky part is that I don’t want an adjustment. My back and neck are so unprecedentedly good I don’t want to mess with them. I’m currently on my way there, which is to say that I’m in a crepe restaurant in that neighborhood where I never get to anymore since my favorite cafe in the neighborhood closed at least a year ago, probably longer now. The cafe’s space is still vacant and their sign is still up. This is what my rent tax would prevent. But a block away is a much bigger building that has been vacant even longer because the neighborhood has issues with the new tenant. I can only hope that if the rent tax was stopped while these issues were being “negotiated” the process would run quicker. Though I have a hard time imagining that.

I’ve been working at the newish Peet’s at 10th and Mission lately which reminds me that the ground floor retail spaces in the Uber building are finally filling in. There are still more vacancies in those blocks than there were when the construction process for the big building on the corner started, but at least the trend seems to be heading in the right direction. Which is more than I can say for many neighborhoods of the city.

Riding the train on the way to my event on Saturday, I passed through Mission Bay which has, once again, changed beyond recognition. I really need to make another trip there to look at all the new construction.  I think it should be more evident what the new building flanking the Warrior’s new home will look like. What surprised me even more was the number of cranes rising above Dogpatch. I thought the infill there was about maxed out, but I guess not. And I didn’t see anything happening at Pier 70, though I really didn’t have the best angle.


I’m discovering new levels of random because I don’t have WiFi at this cafe. The other evening I performed my twice yearly test of the security light on the back of our building. This involves going out through the alarmed door and waving an arm around the side of the building to see if the motion sensor turns on the light. It did. But what impressed me was that the dog, belonging to the owners of the unit down there, heard me coming down the front steps in my quiet shoes and sounded the alarm. This is the dog that doesn’t make a sound when her owners are away because she’s off duty. 

Some time ago, when there was a question of rats being in the building (there weren’t) I enlisted her to inspect the little deck outside that lower unit. She sniffed around and didn’t find anything interesting. But I had no idea her hearing was this keen. If the neighbors above ever complain about her barking we will probably have to close the door between the hallway and the stairs, but for now it seems safest to keep it open.

I’m way early for my chiropractic appointment.