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Featured Article #1: San Francisco Travel Guide

San Francisco: See the Sights with 5 Must Sees

By Chad Robert Parker

Make the most of any time you are able to spend in San Francisco. Here’s how! Whether you are just driving through or have sometime to walk around, San Francisco truly is the place to be. Visit these five sights and take it all in along the way:
1. Chinatown
In the heart of San Francisco is Chinatown. If you didn’t already think you were in another country observing narrow streets, cable cars, unique architecture of tight knit buildings, and ambivalent pedestrians everywhere, you will surely find the Chinese culture as inviting as the America that attracts such ambiance. Take in the artistry of colors, music, and sculptures. Upon seeing it, you will want to plan some extra time to fully enjoy the people, the shops and the foods you may discover here. Today we’re just driving through, but brush up on your parallel parking skills and bring enough fare, because a whole day could be spent enjoying Chinatown, the next time you are lured to San Francisco.
2. Lombard Street
On we go, to the famous Lombard Street, with its seven curves in one city block. It is practical in its necessity to negotiate the steep grade you will wind down. But there is just no other street like it in the whole world. Perhaps a passing fancy to enjoy as you won’t be able to stop on it, but as an extra you will notice the varicolored Victorian style mansions that border your viewing. Across the way you can see Coit Tower, a monument that looks like a fire hose nozzle, in remembrance of t he San Francisco fires of 1908. Tours are available. From the bottom of Lombard Street it is surreal to look back and behold it. As though taking in a picturesque painting of flowering gardens landscaped by Lombard Street itself, encased by homes like those prominently displayed in the old sitcom, “Full House,” be assured it is as lovely as it is real. If the beauty of San Francisco hasn’t yet convinced you to stay a little longer, perhaps this dizzying descent has put you in the mood to get out of the car.
3. Fisherman’s Wharf
Take advantage of the sights and sounds with a stroll around Fisherman’s Wharf. Fresh sour dough bread and clam chowder is wafting on the sea breeze. On a hot California summer day, you have just found San Francisco to be the perfect coastal location, not too hot and not too cold. Find Pier 39 if you’ve got the time. A festival marketplace with more than 110 stores and 11 classy restaurants await you. Or come with me up the shore where you may find an hour-long tour boat waiting to take you around Alcatraz. The infamous island is within view, beyond the ships at dock, the nearby beach park with it’s swimmers in the alcove, and the sailboats in the channel. On colder days fog will fill the sea’s corridor. A beautiful view of these things can still be taken in from our next stop:
4. Ghirardelli Square
What can’t chocolate soothe? The Ghirardelli factory’s cures come in shakes, sundaes, chocolate bars and candies. A new flavor of music will also put you in the tourism mood as you approach street performers on their daily corners. They really are quite cordial and seem to enjoy the city in which they make their living. Can you blame them? Park below and get your parking validated by enjoying some seafood at McCormick’s in the square above. It opens at 11:30 A.M., has an exquisite menu as well as view of the sea. The setting is elegant within and without.
5. Golden Gate Bridge
Hope you won’t just take my word for it. Experience these sights for yourself and they will become a staple of your visits to San Francisco. As you can see, whether you stop by, or whether you are just passing through, there are more than enough things to do in San Francisco. Even if you are just nearby, the grand structure of the Golden Gate Bridge a waits your arrival or your departure with bustling traffic in the day and foghorn sounds in the night. On the far side of the bridge is a viewing area to take pictures of the bridge, the bay, and the city. Below the bridge lies Point Fort, built during the Civil War to protect the novelties of a great city in the making. Tours here will reveal maps with locations to sunken warships in the depths of the bay.
Whatever you do, don’t let time keep you from seeing the sights of San Francisco if you are anywhere close by. Pick at least one of these five stops to really spend some quality time with, but if it is your first time or a friend’s first time, incorporate all of these must sees into your trip. Make San Francisco the place for you to return, again and again. One taste and you will want to come back to mix and match the key spots that allow you to enjoy all that is San Francisco in between, whether at length or not.

Featured Story #1: “Our Day Lost On The River”


A true survivalist yearns for the adventure that would test those skills. But when a true test leaves you lost and unprepared as I was, you question your glamorous idea of even surviving at all. Today was that kind of predicament. And it was only a matter of time before Brady discovered what I had realized two hours earlier; no one was coming to find us.

Brady lay motionless with one arm, bent at the elbow, over his eyes. His other arm held his glasses tightly on his large protruding belly. Clouds were quickly moving in, but the sun still bore down on us. My reddened skin stung with every movement and I tried to imitate Brady and remain still. I knew that I couldn’t possibly fall asleep, but hoped that Brady already had. How would he handle being lost? I was sure he would go into shock.

“Charlie, did you purposely take us down the wrong way at the fork in the river?”

Brady’s voice startled me.

“Of course not, I thought it was a shortcut.”

“Then why are we lost?”

“It wasn’t a shortcut.” I laughed insecurely and propped myself up on my elbows to see Brady’s reaction. He didn’t even crack a smile. “Seriously Brady, I just thought it would connect with the main river again.” Brady did not respond to this, either. I wanted to tell Brady we would not take shortcuts if he paddled more, but I couldn’t. He had refused to be in the same canoe with anyone else, after all.

“Are you mad at me Brady?”

“No!” He opened his eyes and looked straight at me. “I’m just wondering how we’re going to get out of here.”

“How about we go back the way we came?” Brady gave me a disgusted look and closed his eyes again. “It’s just a joke.”

“I know.” Brady was calm and did not need my attempt at lightening the situation.

“Shouldn’t we gather firewood?” I was already on my feet moving toward the woods.

“Why? Are you hungry? What would we eat?” Brady didn’t even bother opening his eyes.

“I just want dry clothes before it gets cold,” I answered.

“Did you bring matches?”

I reached for my wallet where I had stowed a match for emergencies. My pockets were empty. Not wanting to get my wallet wet, I left it at camp. That same excuse applied for having brought nothing in the way of survival.

“We’ll use your glasses,” I said.

“The sun’s almost gone, but go ahead.” It was now obvious to me that Brady was no help at all. Why was I lost with the laziest person alive? “What time is it?” I asked.

“Don’t know.”

“Don’t know,” I repeated. “You seem to have enough time to keep track of the sun. Can’t you tell time by it, by now.” I knew my anger was irrational, but voicing my hasty discontent seemed logical given the circumstances.

“See those dark clouds? I give them half an hour. It’s gonna rain,” Brady pointed.

I mused at how he could still just lie there. “Then we’d better find shelter—something to cover us.”

“The canoe,” Brady offered.

“What?” I quickly glanced confused over at the canoe, but it was safely placed where I had left it.

“We have a canoe,” Brady repeated.

“What are you talking about? You want to cover the canoe?” I asked.

Brady just laughed.

“What?” It seemed ironic that he hadn’t laughed until I was now most serious.

“We’ll turn it over and sleep under it.” Brady straightened his face.

Of course! Why hadn’t I thought of it? I supposed that while I was concerned with things we didn’t have, Brady had calmly considered what we did have. For the first time I was glad Brady was with me, even if he had swamped our canoe countless times with his awkward lack of balance.

One question nagged at me: how lost exactly were we? Maybe we could walk out just over the nearest embankment. It was harder and harder to convince myself to stay put—as survival guides would recommend—especially when I wasn’t even convinced anyone would report us lost. And by now we had drifted so far from where we had last been seen. My mind ached, so I tried to stop concerning myself with these bad thoughts. But I couldn’t seem to think about anything else, except for how I was too drained of energy to do anything about it anyway.

My hands were sore and callused. My thumb was raw from rubbing against the oar: every stroke formed blisters then removed them. The inner part of my legs had developed a rash from the friction of wet swim trunks on dry skin. I lay down again, resting my sore lower back on the sloping bank of the river. I couldn’t remember being more physically tired in my life. It baffled me to think that Brady hadn’t complained about any discomfort. I almost hoped he would. He had to be hungry. I was starving, even though I said otherwise.

I watched as the sun vanished behind the clouds. Then the clouds overtook the entire sky. It was probably only a few minutes, but seemed as though hours had passed. I lay there in silence until a large clap of thunder shook me from my resting place. In one motion I whirled around to my hands and knees only to find Brady sleeping peacefully at the top of the bank, where the sand met the woods. I smiled as I remembered earlier that day; Brady had slept in that same way, while I paddled.

Pulling with all of the energy I had left, I brought the canoe up the riverbank and collapsed next to my friend. It began to rain, so I flipped the canoe over and leaned it against a tree with Brady underneath. There was just enough room for me to climb underneath on the other side. I removed my wet shirt and strung it overhead on one of the supporting rungs of the canoe. The pitter-patter of the raindrops on the canoe grew louder and eventually woke Brady up.

“Hey! You awake, Charlie?”


“Thanks for setting the canoe up.”

It was the first time Brady had thanked me all day. I tried to remember even once when he had helped turn our tipped canoe back over. He hadn’t. The slightest bump from a twig or a rock would send us flipping into the water. Then the same routine would unfold. I would flail arms and legs swimming as quickly as I could to catch the canoe. “Come help me,” I would yell, knowing full well that Lazy Brady wasn’t about to help. He would float down stream in a sitting position clasping his knees with his hands and just chuckle like a dumb oaf. Then, I would thrust the canoe upright, remove all of the water, and we would get back in.

Later the river became more shallow, when it diverged into two streams. We were slower than ever without a current, but we did not tip over as often. But then there was that slight problem of weight distribution. I rode high out of the water, while Brady dragged bottom, joking about being our human anchor. I resorted to paddling directly off of the hard ground. Otherwise I would spend my time splashing water with each stroke, sending the front of the boat back and forth; the back of the boat refuse to budge though, remaining wedged between Brady and the river bottom. Every time we got stuck it was almost as funny to Brady as when we flipped over.

“Brady, what do you think the other guys are doing right now?”

“Probably eating,” he laughed briefly. “No—they are long gone. In bed by now, I imagine.”

“You don’t think they are looking for us?”

“Maybe for you. Those guys don’t like me.”

I didn’t argue with him. He was right. They would sooner leave Brady behind, than be seen assisting him in anyway. He was just a source of practical jokes for them to have along. But what he didn’t know is that I had kind of taken responsibility for Brady not holding us up, and I was sure they weren’t coming for me, either. “Well, they don’t know you.” I consoled.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Brady shrugged.

I was glad he seemed satisfied with my answer but I knew the truth; they didn’t want to get to know him. Guilt rushed through me. In actuality, I had come on the canoe trip to distance myself from the Brady crowd, and get noticed by the popular crowd. Yet, somehow here I was left alone with Brady instead. Sure he was nice; but I didn’t want to be seen with him, either. A smile came over me; those earlier concerns seemed so frivolous now. Of the other four guys, I realized I was glad it was Brady I was lost with.

“Maybe the ranger will come for us.” It was as close to changing topics as I could come up with.

“Sure, to get his canoe back.”

I laughed, but then it occurred to me that he actually made sense, again. It put me at ease.

Sand proved to be firm in all the wrong places and harder to sleep on than I would have guessed. Rain poured down on the canoe soaking our legs, but our torsos remained dry. Not being able to get to sleep, we talked like old friends long into the night. At some point the rain eased up and we were too tired to talk any longer, but I remember feeling how everything seemed right again. Then the simple rhythm of the pitter-patter overhead lulled me away into a dreamy slumber.

The sun gleamed underneath the canoe waking me from my sleep. It was a pleasant morning. I rolled out from under my shelter to bask in the sun’s warmth.

“Brady, wake up, its morning.” He groaned a little, and I crawled over to him and nudged him. “Come on, this is no time to be lazy.” These words worked because Brady’s arm flew from his side and clinched my shirt.

“I’m not lazy!”

“Okay, then help me put the canoe back in the water.”

“I can’t!”

“Come on; if we go downstream we might find a way out.”

“Great idea Charlie, but…”

“But what?”

“I can’t help. My leg is broken.” Brady definitely seemed lazy to me, but I knew he was not a liar.

“You’re serious! When did that happen?”

“The first time we fell out of the canoe it pinned me up on a rock, momentarily.” Brady replied.

Guilt flushed through me once again, knowing all of the anger I had felt toward him. All along he laughed when we faced an ordeal; not even one complaint.

“I’m sorry.” Brady said.

“For what?” I asked.

“Not helping more.” Brady answered.

“You should be called Crazy Brady, then—if that’s what you think! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to ruin your trip. You wanted to go so badly.”

I couldn’t have felt any worse than I did at this moment. “Brady, I’m sorry.”

I didn’t make Brady crawl back to the water like he had when he left it the day before. To think that I had watched that miserable sight of my friend slithering like a worm, and the whole time I stood there wondering how he could be so ridiculous with such a show. Now I hefted him into his throne in the back of the canoe and I pulled it back to the waterway. Before we cast off I took one last look at our resting grounds and admired the glimmer of raindrops on leaves. I breathed in deeply the fresh renewal of rainforest, and noticed a rainbow shimmering above the river ahead. Our casual float downstream was much more pleasant than the day before. A ranger stationed to intercept this possible errant path greeted us. He radioed the search off. But no surprise, missing canoes had indeed tipped the forest service off, not our so-called friends; they were too afraid to tell anyone that there were more canoes in their party and justified it with the curfews they never had a need to follow before.

WritCreate: A History

The backstory

The branding of a company

WritCreate, LLC keeps its owner operator very busy. It started out as a sole proprietorship but as operations have expanded the need arose for the entity to become its own corporation. The work load, however, remains the function of one person, Chad Robert Parker.

The branding of an author

Chad is a new author, set to publish his first book, Sterling Bridge. Admittedly, much of his blogging activity is shameless promotion for his writing services and for his novel exploits. Out of necessity, owing to the need for a pen name, Chad added his middle name and a new brand was formed. In a nutshell, that’s me in my free-time these days. I am Chad Robert Parker.

Okay, it feels too weird and confusing to continue writing in third person about myself so I will revert back to telling it like it is from my own first person perspective. As the owner of WritCreate, I use this WordPress place as my workshop for all things that are writing related to my life as a writer and as a marketer.

The nature of business writing

Owning your own business is not child’s play and yet as a writer I have to be willing and able to imagine the world first as a child would and then mature reasonably through the growth stages of thought to adulthood on every project. It requires giving the attention that each aspect deserves in turn. Every creation starts as an idea, and then as goals are written down, research is discovered, and thoughts are developed, processes begin to reach maturation.

WritCreate is hardly a finished concept. It is the work of staying in the moment to finish one project at a time. It flourishes with the hard knock principal of persistence. It is a balance of free flowing art and hard pressed organization, a juggling act of mind games and split personalities. My wife thinks that’s scary. It is fun only when you make it so, but opening the doors to creation is an obsession that builds on itself and ultimately expands the soul. Enter this world but beware: you will become interested in the possibilities as well. There may be no going back. Now that you have been sufficiently warned, let’s proceed.

The origins of WritCreate

WritCreate, LLC was founded on exploring imagination in the form of games and writing stories. Chad grew up in a family of six boys. There was never a dull moment, or if there was then boredom became the genesis to creation. The concept of WritCreate came from playing, testing out ideas with each other, reading interesting stories and visualizing each project as a story of its own, filling a need where a refined product or service did not previously exist, and then marketing that story to let the world know about the breakthrough. WritCreate is literally the combination of writing creations and the vehicle for systematically bringing unique concepts to life.

The Business Plan

Every organization has goals. When goals are written down a path to success is more likely. My writing goals began as an independent writer with a few creative thoughts in my head. The ideas have expanded into several projects. When creating something out of necessity we naturally want to start working while everything is fresh on our minds, but if we take a moment to document the processes it will save a lot of time and work later. My first business plan started out as an outline. As a living document, meaning it grows along with the company, my business plan and even my business model has undergone significant changes over time. When I was just starting out it was enough just to be learning the writing trade. Later, I incorporated goals to achieve project success.

The Vision

WritCreate, LLC seeks to manage successful writing projects from idea to creation to market.

The Mission Statement

WritCreate, LLC will fulfill its vision with a day to day mission statement. That mission at present is to give every worthwhile writing endeavor the necessary attention to learn how to do it, to outline the project, and to see it through the stages of a successful writing calendar.

The Goals

I will not get into the specifics of the goals of WritCreate, LLC. I am currently revising the business plan to refocus efforts and calendars on the areas of most success. In other words, suddenly answering the demands of a publisher takes precedence. My main goal project-wise is to get “Sterling Bridge” published as scheduled on November 10th, 2015. For more about the goals of WritCreate in 2015 stay tuned for my draft of a writing and marketing calendar to be included in my latest version of the business plan that will be on the portfolio page. But even though the balance of time management shifts according to project the values of the company remain the same.

The Values

My values are a blend of integrity, knowledge, skills, and a unique offering of both creative and analytical abilities to provide quality but timely writing services one project at a time.

Moving forward

The blogosphere

WritCreate has several projects in the works. This blog and other blogs affiliated with WritCreate are an attempt at keeping up with the documentation as a journal of actions going forward, but in order to understand the future I will often refer to the past. Hopefully you will gain from posts in my blogging community and draw something from my experiences as I tell the story of the company on this site, writcreate.com, about the author and my first novel at chadrobertparker.com, and maybe even share in the interaction with other’s lives reading and relating tales from memories of interest at anecdoting.com. Writing is a staple of the information age. The public wants to be in the know of activities and advances in every field and endeavor more than ever before.

The day-to-day writer

As a writer I am happy to write about my writing path and share this journey with you. I will record something about each project in the making. I expect if there is something in the making you can first hear about it here. I will give some sort of timeline for when you can expect more work to be done on various creations. I will update and revise project explanations and schedules as needed. I will also be highlighting more details about each writing project in turn, and how it came to be, as part of this blog page. Visit my workshop often and watch as writing creations mature.