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Naturalist by devotion, humorist by genetics, hero by default; Kamaroh is a Republican, a Presbyterian, a Polio surviver, a former US Marine, & Great Plains Badger. Earned an MA in English from SFSU. Student & friend of novelist Kay Boyle. His blog is a no profanity zone. There is little edgey emotionalism if he avoids thinking about his children. Kamaroh is a masculinist, places value on fraternity & believes living stag is a responsible and manly option. Particularly apreciative of the charm of Asian females, he discovered in 1999 he is able to love one small lady to the extreme that thinking about her can make his nose bleed. From boyhood forward, he values having male friends & male role models; though this blog is an extention of that belief; it is all welcome. Though containing male posturing, biased poetry, shakey facts, & faulted bachelor housekeeping, this blog's intent is to be good for your health & contains no spanky material. Pardon me if I am speaking too loudly because even with the high tech ... hearing aids the Veterans Administration provides to me, I do not have normal hearing.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

SAN FRANCISCO FIRE NO CRACKERS CHINESE NEW YEAR PARADE FEB. 19, 2011


This Chinese New Years Parade in San Francisco started out with a day of rain then early in the event that went away in favor of just plain cold and breathy dampness. It was a long happening and the floats loosely spaced out ... with no firecrackers this year (I suppose because of the trouble they have been experiencing with the noise makers in San Jose, CA this year) and that numbed out the usual adrelelin pump of the noise and smoke of the dragons. As I didn’t amble much further than the reviewing stand for a change, I am not really sure as to the amount of people who attended it as the route has been redirected in favor of an uphill challenge through China Town as opposed to its former straight shot down Market street which was easy to follow. For the first time ever, I also wimped out before the end of the parade in favor of my always-spot after the parade, Tad’s Steak House on Powell Street, and then back home to Muirsville to brandy and my fireplace. Be it another serene event next year, excepting the presence of sharp Dodge Ram 1500s as the float-pulling truck of choice, this parade will probably shrivel up and go boringly away along with the firecrackers. After all, a dragon without smoke and fire is just a big lizard. Oh well, there’s always The World Cup Races to look forward to in San Francisco