“Golden” Gate Bridge

I don’t quite understand it. Hundreds of people come to gawk at this thing. They take pictures of it like it’s magical — which doesn’t make sense to me, because they drive their large, scary, metal people movers over it. I also hear people squawking “golden” a lot around here. Is it just me and my bird-sized brain? Am I the only one that sees it’s red?

Me and my buds agree. It’s just a bridge. We also have another one. Why don’t people take pictures of that one?

Anyway, I think people are missing out on the real site to see, and that’s the Golden Gate Bridge Park. I’ve perched on quite a few park benches in my time, but there’s nothing quite like this one. The sweet aroma of the flowers in the Japanese Tea Garden will make your head spin. It’s an oasis of peace and tranquility— you forget that you’re in the middle of a huge city.

This is where the real beauty is. I don’t see why more people don’t come here instead. But, I’m not complaining. More for me.