But the cute bear wants me to buy disposable diapers...Like many of you, I was more than a bit amazed at an article yesterday on SFgate, in which a woman with the Marx Brothers-worthy name of Willow Lune explained her raison d'etre: Pushing a diaper-free lifestyle in which one's children can be trained, not unlike dogs, to indicate when they wish to be held over a toilet, trash can, or your boss' hat. I am not going to pass judgment on this, shall we say, alternative method of child-rearing -
There's one! Count it!
Fire rigs are big, red, and noisy. You'd think that counting them would be a task roughly as difficult as tracking a bleeding elephant in the snow. Well, you'd be wrong. Last week, SF Weekly broke the story that, down to its last two spare rigs, the San Francisco Fire Department spurned state requests to send a five-vehicle "strike team" to battle the ongoing SoCal Station Fire. This did not look good for the city; a cynic would say that the inevitable finger-pointing
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