Cable Cars

Liz and Benito getting ready to ride a cable car

The boys with their "Aunt" Lizzy in downtown SF

Lunch and pigeon/seagull-chasing at Herman Plaza near the Ferry Building

I'm coming up on six years of living here in the San Francisco Bay area, and yet I'd never been on a cable car until Liz's visit a few weeks ago. It's one of those downtown tourist staples that I can now vouch for as being pretty dang fun. Eli got cozy with the people standing on the side where we were sitting, grabbing their hands, playing with the buttons on their jackets, and stealing their tickets. There's nothing like a toddler to defuse that awkward invasion of personal space you feel when you're less than a foot away from a total stranger on public transit... Those people should be glad they weren't with us on the ride back, however, when Eli decided it would be funny to start screaming at random. Scream at the top of his lungs and then laugh his head off as I attempt to give him a time-out inside a cable car, to be more exact. That kid = loco. Bennett LOVED it, of course: big hills, big buildings, big views, big noise (from that mammoth stick shift in the middle of the cable car), and big opportunity for choice people watching.