And then it was gone, like the bridge in dense fog, but it won’t be coming back. Thank you once again, Lynda, for documenting the end; it is difficult to grasp (and impossible to measure) what this park meant to so many people of Northern California and elsewhere. For me, I think of my first niners game, before the Super Bowl Champs, a redskins game (niners lost) with my dad, going up that long escalator around age nine. And countless giants games on cold nights before THEY were world champs too. Then I realize all the fans have their specific memories, sometimes 50k or 60k people creating memories at a time. And then it occurs to me the last Beatles concert was there, and the stones in 1981 had an epic stand. And once I process all those possible SPECTATOR memories for all those events, I think: and what about the players?! If you made a catch to win the NFC championship here, what does this vacant spot evoke as you pass by now on 101? THE “ROOM” where you made it happen, DWIGHT, the place is now empty space. It’s perhaps the most emotionally loaded spot in San Francisco, so much winning and losing and hoping and loving and cheering,…drunk, sober, and
Stupid behavior happened here. And now it’s gone like a big old ship, disappeared in the fog for good. Niners !
Originally from The San Fernando Valley, in Los Angeles, I now live (mostly) in San Francisco, California. I found my artistic voice meandering between my early career in recreation and a later career in hospice as a Chaplain/Bereavement Counselor. Through my own personal journey of renewal, and through the companioning of courageous grieving souls (of whom I am ever indebted), I have come to realize how important artistic self-expression is to our spiritual development, growth, and healing. Expressing ourselves is healing. Witnessing another human being's journey through self-expression is also healing. Art heals. It just does. This blog is to assist one another in the artful journey of renewal and healing.
My passions, some of which include photography, gardening, painting, and woodwork, are naturally my favorite sources of inspiration and renewal. I fully embrace the lifestyle philosophy of re-creating the mind, body, and soul through self-expression - and play! Nothing is more descriptive of play to me than creating art. Each of us enjoys the opportunity to - and faces the responsibility of - exploring and implementing our own means of self-expression. My hope is that we can share, and grow, and companion with one another along the way.
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And then it was gone, like the bridge in dense fog, but it won’t be coming back. Thank you once again, Lynda, for documenting the end; it is difficult to grasp (and impossible to measure) what this park meant to so many people of Northern California and elsewhere. For me, I think of my first niners game, before the Super Bowl Champs, a redskins game (niners lost) with my dad, going up that long escalator around age nine. And countless giants games on cold nights before THEY were world champs too. Then I realize all the fans have their specific memories, sometimes 50k or 60k people creating memories at a time. And then it occurs to me the last Beatles concert was there, and the stones in 1981 had an epic stand. And once I process all those possible SPECTATOR memories for all those events, I think: and what about the players?! If you made a catch to win the NFC championship here, what does this vacant spot evoke as you pass by now on 101? THE “ROOM” where you made it happen, DWIGHT, the place is now empty space. It’s perhaps the most emotionally loaded spot in San Francisco, so much winning and losing and hoping and loving and cheering,…drunk, sober, and
Stupid behavior happened here. And now it’s gone like a big old ship, disappeared in the fog for good. Niners !
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