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Jan 26 2003

Super Sunday

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Instead of watching Superbowl Ninezillion and three yesterday, I decided to take my sister visiting from England and my Mom to Point Reyes National Seashore (and don’t you just love the whole idea of a national seashore?). This is so positively un-American that I may well be kicked out of the U.S. of A. by a newly revitalized Un-American Activities Committee, but I’m willing to take the risk instead of facing the boredom of football, though I realize that my fear of death could be alleviated if I could only live in football time, which is measured in eternities. 20 minutes left to play on the clock? Walk by the TV an hour later, and there’s 17 minutes left to play. So if my life expectancy in normal time is, say, 75 years, in football time I’d probably live to 300 or something. Just think of the possibilities.

Despite the allure of living in football time, watching it has no allure, so Sunday found us in the beautiful countryside instead of in front of the TV. We stopped at Rouge et Noir, where five generations of the same family have been making and selling cheese from their own cows in the same location in beautiful West Marin, and two generations of ours bought some of their best.

We stopped in the little town of Point Reyes Station (population 700 or so) for lunch at the Station House Caf&eacute, which was excEt. I couldn’t resist having my sister take this picture of me with Mom’s dog in front of a slightly modified “No Parking” sign. Please note that not only is the dog obeying the sign, she is also obeying my request for her to sit nice and have her picture taken.

And here’s the beach on a late January afternoon. Show me anything on TV that can match that.

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