There’s an amazing diversity of places of worship within walking distance of where we live in San Mateo. Here’s the local Hindu temple, about six blocks away:
Link to a photo of Masjid Ul Haqq from a few months ago.
Yet Another Unitarian Universalist
A postmodern heretic's spiritual journey.
There’s an amazing diversity of places of worship within walking distance of where we live in San Mateo. Here’s the local Hindu temple, about six blocks away:
Link to a photo of Masjid Ul Haqq from a few months ago.
According to today’s San Mateo County Times, a group of students at Hillsdale High School held a rally to protest statewide cuts to public education funding. The Times shows a photo of a group of students marching behind a banner that reads:
“You Don’t Pay For Our Education
We Won’t Pay For Your Social Security!”
Perhaps this is the beginning of a new generation gap, the start of a widening rift between the Millennials and the Baby Boomers?
It seemed like there was a lull in the rain, so Carol and I walked over to the neighborhood supermarket to buy some dinner. On the way back home, the chilly damp wind blew fine raindrops at us. “It’s cold,” said Carol. “It can’t be more than forty degrees,” I said.
When we got back, I checked the weather forecast: it’s supposed to dip down into the thirties tonight in San Mateo; there’s a possibility of snow down to the two thousand foot level tonight and tomorrow, and there’s even been a report of snow on Grizzly Summit in the Berkeley Hills, which is a mere 1,750 feet high. We won’t get any snow down where we live, but if the fog lifts tomorrow we might be able to see snow on the mountains across the bay.
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A couple of evenings ago, Carol and I happened to be walking along the platform of the San Mateo Caltrain station on our way home. A woman sat on one of the benches, talking on her cell phone while waiting for a train.
“Tell her that you’re not going to have to talk with the D.A.,” she said in a clear, penetrating voice.
On the next bench over, another woman huddled into her jacket.
“No, tell her that the D.A. isn’t going to press charges,” she said, louder this time. “Just tell her that, OK?”
We walked by. In a low voice, I said, “That’s not the kind of conversation I’d want to have in public.” Carol chuckled.
Carol and I walked about eight miles this evening in San Mateo and Burlingame. We both stopped to look at these two vignettes; Carol took the photos with her cell phone.
Outside a Chinese restaurant, Howard Ave., Burlingame
Pair of shoes outside Masjid Ul Haqq, San Mateo