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Our pal Christina recommends a song:
I wanted to share this song which I think could kind of be a Mission anthem, my friends wrote it so I may be a little biased, but doesn’t it just want to make you go lay out in the sun in Dolores Park? Feel free to share with MissionMission fans. The band is called The Cannery and they’re local.
Q: What do you get when you cross a Mr. Peanut, of Planter’s fame, and a Mr. Pickle, of Mr. Pickle Sandwich Shop on South Van Ness?
A: Mr. Pickle’s classy spats-sporting cousin in SOMA, Mr. Toad’s.
Don’t worry, Mr. Pickle. Your cousin is in the recording and rehearsal space business and poses no threat to your empire.
[via MM reader Shawna]
Forget owning a castle, if you have the millions ($22 million, naturally), why not buy an island? This island, to be exact:
And here’s some context:
The following comes directly from the listing:
Red Rock Island is the only privately held island in San Francisco Bay and is offered at $22M for the mineral rights and bragging rights.
Woah, mineral rights and bragging rights?
Well, the bragging rights go without saying. Imagine using the line, “Your place or my island?” Instant deal-closer. You’ll be loading up your private helicopter with babes or hot dudes (or both) in no time.
But what’s with those “mineral rights”? Just what kind of “red rocks” are we talking about here? Bismuth? Manganese? I’m not sure what the market is for paint pigment these days, but I can’t imagine it would cover your costs of mining. Don’t forget you’d also have to invest in an industrial-strength rock tumbler to get those other rocks show-ready.
That’s not all the island has to offer, though. According to sea kayaker and explorer Storm Steiger:
Russian and Aluet fur hunters camped on the island while pursuing the huge population of sea otters found in San Francisco Bay in the early 1800s.
Be still my otter-loving heart. That was the 1800s, though. Those otters have skipped town by now.
It was also known as a great place to gather firewood.
Bummer. We all love making fires, but most San Francisco fireplaces have been filled in.
But wait, what’s this?
Did pirates bury their gold on Red Rock? On old charts the island was called Treasure Rock and Golden Rock because of such tales.
Now we’re getting somewhere. What’s more appealing than pirate gold? With all that alleged treasure you might actually break even on the $90,000 monthly payment.
There’s all kinds of interesting information on Storm Steiger’s site, including the story of one entrepreneur who hoped to build a 20-story hotel on the island only to be shot down by the city of Richmond. There’s also a ton of info on this homestead site. Be sure to do your research before buying.
Don’t fall for their elaborate trap:
I for one am gonna write my Supervisor.