Missing Radio Shack

The demise of Radio Shack created a problem for me last week.

I needed a USB cable that attached to a mini (not micro) USB plug so my camera and laptop could communicate.  In the not too recent past, that would have meant a trip to a friendly, neighborhood Radio Shack to get the appropriate cable.

No longer.

It meant that when I was in San Diego, instead of walking or taking the bus to the Radio Shack in Hillcrest, I had to trek to Fry's Electronics to get the cable, and I was glad I was consolodating the task of getting a Six Dollar Cable with three other errands and had a time constraint the justified my trekking around San Diego in a BMW X1 thanks to Zipcar.

Are you listening Hillcrest Ace Hardware?

Anyway, the camera is ready, willing and able to trek on the Grand Heritage tour with me in October.  What was on the memory card is now on a travelogue and I have room for 1,200 pictures for my Heritage Trip.

Now, if only I can get my bank on board.

33 Hours to Go

Although there is so much to do, the SF Chapter in my life ends in 33 hours.

Although I am looking forward to the next chapter, I am amazed at the amount of work that is left undone.  The goal now is to complete as much of it as I can and what I cannot do regarding getting everything out I cannot do.  Wish me luck.  I need it.

I took a brief trip to San Diego to set up a mailbox.  And that leads me to introduce a character in this saga.  Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Precious Sister.  She and Rick basically fought over the course of 68 years over everything.  To make matters worse, when he put his order in to do something in San Diego, for some reason she put the kibosh on it and the outings she took him on were things along the lines of buying a lawn mower at Home Depot.  I went out last Sunday night and wound up at Rich's where they had (drum roll please) Stripper Circus.

Something tells me Rick would have had more fun at that extravaganza than trolling around Home Depot.