One of the interesting facets of my job is the research. I've been getting to do a bit of the interesting stuff as of late. Today I went down to City Hall to pull a Macinnerny. A Mac is the decree quieting title pursuant to the Macinnerny act that was put into place after the 1906 earthquake and fire. City Hall burned in the fire as did most people's records. The fire burned to Van Ness. So the Macs were quicky court orders quieting title. San Francisco is great to work in because of the Macs. You have absolute title in usually 1908-1910ish. Pretty cool. So away I go all fired up to play with the old books. Except today there is some sort of carnival, which should probably be capitalized because it looks like something Brazilian to me, going on in the Rotunda, complete with a large drum corp. Trying to figure out those old records with a Brazilian drum corp echoing through the marbled halls of City Hall is enough to make you want to use weapons, on yourself. Unfortunately, after I successfully located all of my records, I couldn't shout at the clerk loud enough for her to understand what I needed, so I'll have to go back on Monday.
City Hall is a very nostalgic place for me. It's where Billy and me forged our great friendship. It's where Jimmy used to dream about driving Formula cars, it's where we got in trouble for chair races after too many cocktails at the Giraffe.
Weight 212
Fat 36.3
BMI 36.2
And I got the house!
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