San Francisco

We left our trailer at Petaluma and headed to San Francisco to visit June, another of Gloria's Delta Gamma roomies from the fifties. We stayed overnight in hilly Berkeley with June and Cal in their unique 1920s vintage English tudor home. From our bedroom window, we could see the lights of both Oakland and San Francisco along with a bright moon that was nearly full.

It was great fun reminiscing about old college days at BGSU. As Jerry recalls, his ATO fraternity brothers saw the DGs as attractive, smart, well-groomed and mostly on their good behavior. No sorority girl would be seen smoking on the street. The girls wore heels on dates, and the guys wore conservative jackets and narrow Ivy League ties with thin stripes. During the week, the women had to be back at the sorority house by 9:15 p.m. or else they got demerits. If they visited the fraternity houses, they were strictly prohibited from going near the bedrooms, and they were under the constant, watchful eyes of the house mothers. In those days Coke was to drink, and grass had to be mowed. "Making out" meant that you kissed her goodnight. My how times have changed!

The next morning after breakfast at June's, we headed for Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge. The statue of Joseph Strauss, Chief Engineer of the Bridge, stands proudly at site. They said it could not be done, but Joe showed them all. The bridge still stands after all these years, carrying thousands of vehicles every day. The first car drove across this single span marvel in 1937. We have been to San Franciso several times, but we never tire of the Golden Gate Bridge.