Bankhead Adventures

01 September 2007

Dangerous San Fran Fashion

Because Paul's mom and sister arrived for a weekend visit, Amy and Paul and James spent a day playing tour guides in San Francisco, showing our out-of-town visitors around. Our first stop was Crissy Field, where we walked along the bay and enjoyed views of the Golden Gate Bridge. Being the fun grandmother that she is, Gram Gram took James to dip his toes in the ocean, thoughtfully rolling up his pant legs before approaching the water. The waves, however, took them both by surprise, and James's pants and shirt were soaked. Off came the wet clothes, replaced by a jacket, as we headed with pantless James to Lombard Street, Ghirardelli Square, and Fisherman's Wharf. Taking a cue from several souvenir shops displaying "I left my heart in San Francisco" t-shirts, James stealthily left not his heart but his shoes in San Francisco tossing them out of his stroller when Amy and Paul weren't looking. Undaunted, we next arrived, with shoeless and pantless James, at Boudin Cafe for sourdough bread bowls of chowder and chili. James loved the chili so much that he spread it all over his jacket. Off came the jacket, and halfway through our day, James had no clothing left. All through China Town, St. Mary's Square, the Financial District, and Union Square, James remained pantless, shirtless, and shoeless. Clearly, he had truly adopted the anything-goes philosophy of San Francisco fashion. His laissez-faire attitude literally came back to burn him, however, when he attempted to toddle across a black, sun-soaked playground surface without foot protection. Perhaps in the future he'll be more careful about his fashion choices.



  • Ok, I am laughing so hard reading this entry I am falling out of my chair. Seriously---I had to catch myself.
    Oh James, I really hope you don't want to keep up this trend...I'm sure the san franciscans would love if you showed up in 15 years wearing only your briefs, and you would fit right into the Haight-Ashbury district, but honestly, the world doesn't need to see....

    By Blogger Amy, at 11:17 AM  

  • This is hilarious! Glad it wasn't the typical cold and foogy day in the city so James didn't have to learn the tough lesson of eating his chili more carefully 'cuz that's no fun!

    By Anonymous Julia, at 12:57 PM  

  • Oh Jamesy.

    By Blogger Michemily, at 2:35 PM  

  • Well, at least he didn't get arrested.

    By Blogger Trulee, at 3:26 PM  

  • That was so funny. You yourself termed James as a smartie, maybe he dropped his shoes, the way some leave bread crumbs, in an attempt to find his way home. Just be glad that in his naked state he has not yet inherited the bankhead boy physique like my boys have.

    By Blogger Byron and Heather, at 2:45 PM  

  • He definitley fits in with the San Franciscans. (is that what they're called?)

    By Blogger hammy, at 3:25 PM  

  • I think his actions make him a more appropriate fit in Berkeley, right along with that "Naked Indian" guy. Remember hearing about him?

    By Blogger Nations of Jorgensen, at 12:52 PM  

  • Oh, I love this. I can picture the entire thing happening.

    By Blogger Christine Curtis, at 11:07 PM  

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