I made a site that I’m quite proud of, an adventure through San Francisco. And my kid asks to read it, and since I’m quite proud of it I pull up a short biography of Agoston Haraszthy. And he reads it with the world’s most stoic poker face. Revolution? Wolves? Gosh-darned crocodiles? Not a lash moves.
So I ask him – how come? and he says: “What’s there to be surprised about? It’s a typical mom story”. And the worst thing is – he’s right. Eh 🙂
I’m still adding locations to the site. The first 70 or so are up, and I have another 70 lined up for next week. The problem is – every time I write up one place I discover three other places and two people to add to my backlog. The Hydra of San Francisco History is eating my braaaaaain!!! :)))