San Francisco is a bizarre city in every facet. Obviously the arts, literary, and musical scenes are blanketed with strange characters and geographic epicenters that embody the movement (haight-ashbury). But in this city of strange, even the middle class male gets weird with it. Above is a photo of the Golden Gate Park Anglers Casting Pools. A public works project that took advantage of Roosevelt’s New Deal. It is a series of cold war style cement pools accented by a painted grid pattern reminiscent of Tron. Their soul purpose is to provide a platform for local anglers to practice specialty casting. No fish. At all. Just casting prowess and bragging rights for being the most accurate or longest caster. Bizarre. Below is the Anglers Lodge, and equally strange club house perched above the pools. Entrenched with history and old money swagger, I can only image the amount of back room – back scratching deals that have been formed within these walls. Old boys club to the fullest.
