Its funny – – these hootie tootie california granolas that look down on the deep south like we’re the uneducated ones actually allow anyone to ride the cable cars standing on the running board and hanging on. I’m pretty sure I violated a law or two in south carolina, and I’m very certain the BSA would disapprove of this for uniformed scouts.
We road the cable car in the dark from fishermans wharf all the way to bush street up and then down some pretty amazingly steep hills… At first I was all down with being the hip and cool dad letting daniel hang ten on the cable car – but even I began to wonder if this was a good move.
Sharon held her composure pretty well considering…
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