3 billion miles and 9 years.
OK so the New Horizons spacecraft arrived a few seconds late. Not bad for government work.
For all those critics telling us that America’s day in the sun is done and the US empire is ending, I have a free one way ticket waiting. Destination of choice – Pyongyang, Beijing or Moscow. Somehow I doubt I’m taking much of a risk.
America is just getting started. And its heart is far larger than Pluto’s.
Fine fish restaurant.
Foster City is largely a community of modern office blocks and unexciting housing but the lake it houses is also home to The Fish Market restaurant which serves fresh catch daily, the menu changing with the catch.
There’s a large patio in back which only serves to heighten the dining experience and the parking lot is always full for a good reason.
Cormorants and pelicans are regularly to be seen, the cormorants languidly sunning their outstretched wings to dry in the sun.
All iPhone 6 snaps, the last by my son who knows to check whether the iPhone has been accidentally changed to square images. His brush top haircut is just visible in the second frame.
An extract of today’s menu.
High end.
iPhone 6 snap.
As the sun rises.
Not a day passes that I do not thank Lady Luck for having deposited me in California.
iPhone 6 snap.
Atop Mount Hamilton
iPhone 6 snap.