By Erin Sherbert
By Erin Sherbert
By Leif Haven
By Erin Sherbert
By Chris Roberts
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By Rachel Swan
Fixing the Bridge: A Riveting Story
Thanks. Now, about the traffic delays ...: I really think you did the retrofit work [on the Bay Bridge] justice ("Sweat, Steel, and Stealth," March 21). Sometimes the public focus is on a closed lane or a traffic delay, and the real work goes unnoticed. We all appreciate what you've done in showing the public the work we are doing. Great job.
Biting commentary: I was a little annoyed by the double standards espoused by the woman defending pit bulls ("Pet Peeve," Postscript, March 21, by Deborah Lewis).
First of all, approaching any dog you don't know, without asking about its temperament, is foolish. Implying that this is some kind of imposition is arrogant and ludicrous.
Second, pit bulls are responsible for more than one-third of fatal maulings. There is a reason to be afraid -- they are capable of far more than a simple bite. As has been shown by the Whipple case, pit bulls, Presa Canarios, and other fighting dogs relentlessly attack until their opponent is dead or the dog is restrained.
Pit bulls were bred for centuries with one reason in mind -- killing. They were bred for bull baiting and dog fighting, and to pretend these animals are the same as your basic golden retriever is as ludicrous as saying Chihuahuas weren't bred to be small. A golden retriever may bite a stranger's hand, but it won't rip his throat out.
If you see one man walking down a street with a stick, another with a bat, and a third with an assault rifle, it is logical to feel the most trepidation about the man with the assault weapon. No amount of whining will ever change that.
Man's best fiend: Poor Ms. Lewis. It appears that when she walks out with her dog, people do not react exactly how she wants them to. She's just so sick of people wondering whether her dog is friendly after a dog killed a young woman a few weeks ago. Ms. Lewis is not railing against any policy proposal, any new requirement, or anything that really inconveniences her at all; she just wishes people would like her dog.
Tough! If I remember correctly, there's nothing illegal about people not being happy to see your dog. Give me one reason why anyone should assume your dog is gentle if they don't know who you are?
I hate to rain on the parade, but I've always hated dogs, and I trust I am not alone. I hope they cut off off-leash privileges at Golden Gate National Recreation Area. As the Bay Area becomes more crowded, there needs to be more open space for people. Dogs will have to step to the side.
Animal control: Please excuse us if we don't rush up to your dog with open arms and unprotected arteries. Your dog may be the sweetest, kindest one that ever walked the face of the Earth. However, I do not know that when I see your pet coming toward me. All I see is a dog that could jump up and either lick me to death or rip my face off. In these situations, I'd rather not wait and see. Not all dogs are vicious, man-killing machines, I know, but would it hurt to keep your dog on a leash when out in public?
Some, not all, dog owners are blissfully unaware of other people's feelings toward their animals. I like dogs. I just want them leashed. Haven't we learned enough from recent events about what can happen if we don't control our pets?
Muni is always good for a laugh: I'm becoming a regular reader of your Puni strip. I live over in Berkeley and use public transit all the time. Whenever I do go over to S.F., I BART in to Embarcadero and grab the 38. I know how crowded that gets, so I board near the Transbay, and at least there's always an empty seat.
But anyway, I like your strip. Like a stand-up comic, it's got the delivery. Since I don't have to deal with Muni more than once a week, your comic is really funny, and on the rare times I get annoyed, at least I am not alone.
In SF Weekly's March 14 cover story, "Magazine Dreams," we misspelled the name of Warren Hinckle's short-lived city magazine, Frisco. Friskowas another magazine run by William Katovsky in the early 1990s.