Happy Neigh Year!

OK, I stole that pun off the Internetz. I also heard from that same dubious source that the year of the fire horse in ancient China families would kill their baby girls, because a fire horse woman would be too powerful. Even as late as the 1960s the abortion rate went up in the year of the fire horse. But this is the year of the wooden horse, so all your babies are safe I suppose.

I happened to be in Nobb Hill during the final day of the Chinese New Year Parade. I made sure to head down hill to Chinatown to catch San Franciscans ringing in the year of the horse. Firecrackers for everyone! Continue reading Year of the Horse →