Angel Island is on fire?
The first thing I do every morning, other than pee, confirm the schedule with Mel, check Bunrabs, e-mail Dallas, steal my roommate's Diet Coke, brush my teeth, shove a Lean Cuisine in my purse for work, remember where I parked and re-heat yesterday's coffee is to check Facebook.
Which is how I found out that Angel Island is on fire! Right now!
Hey, I'm from Marin. That's OUR island. I have no idea how many field trips have taken me out there or how many times my parents tried to have a family day and ferry our bikes on those shitty paths. But I do remember when the dreaded Sail Camp had an overnight on a big fancy sail boat and we all slept in sleeping bags on the deck. Dude, they sell track meet nachos at the little shithole right where the ferry drops you off. You've got to love Angel Island.
Which is, according to a random Facebook friend I've never met and now, SFGate, on fire.
Okay, well I'm about to drive across the Big Net! I'll keep you posted, but just for the record because I know one or two of you, and certainly my mother is wondering if I started it.
Um, bitches. Probably not...