It’s that time of year again.
Since Friday morning, the Blue Angels have been intermittently screaming overhead for the annual Seafest climax, and since Friday morning, I’ve been watching them from various windows and rooftops throughout the city. Today, I even took a few pictures.
Somewhat telling is my inability to get construction cranes out of the shots.
All hail our new carpetbagging real estate overlords. May we all endeavor to make it even easier this year for multimillionaire outsiders to suck the heart and soul out of our city in the name of making it a more attractive
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