The Cow Palace is where I saw Van Halen perform in the nineties. Off of Geneva, in a neighborhood I never go, its marquee stands tall amid a back drop of trees and low-slung fifties style homes. This weekend, it was the home for hundreds of livestock and farm animals. Who knew?
My niece is involved with 4-H in Stanislaus County a mere two and a half hours from the Cow Palace's dome. She and hundreds of other kids showed their lambs, goats, steer, pigs and other livestock, in barns smelling of hay and excrement, right next to where I screamed my lungs out to Sammy Hagar singing "When it's Love."
This is the juxtaposition that happens in San Francisco... A city with a diverse and varied history pulls so many happenings into its orbit. Down the street from one of the most multi-cultural, urban neighborhoods in San Francisco a homogeneous population may come together for an activity that is utterly rural.
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