Goomba-Bubba Summit: A Pictorial Essay

SAN FRANCISCO -- We knew the Left wouldn't be expecting the GBS to be held here, so we could talk in private (and with no protesters). With two conservative blogging titans in town, it was somewhat akin to Bush flying into Baghdad under cover of darkness -- a grand plan designed to lift the morale of conservative bloggers everywhere.



On the morning of the Goomba-Bubba Summit, fog rolled in from the Bay, per usual.



Flags unfurled on a breezy, cold morning ...

I took to the streets in search of Goomba, who told me simply to look for the first German bar I could find. He would be wearing some sort of unique hat, he said. It was just like him, but fortunately I am both an an experienced land navigator and investigator.

Pretty city. I couldn't find a taqueria, though.

I found evidence of the quaint celebration of Christmas past. Very beautiful tree.

We're not in Texas, any more.

Right next to the California bear stood Old Glory.

Assuming I could find him, I had to stop in here so I could pay for lunch.

Evidence of decaying infrastructure was everywhere ... as seen in these cracking streets.

Wow, I wondered if that was it. I think it must be. It was the only German place I could find.



Upon meeting Nick, I was overcome with joy. I found the man in the hat. But he was much taller in person than I expected.

Inside our summit location ... We covered a lot of ground here and made this a place to be remembered.

Nick was kind enough to take me back to the airport. On the way back, there was a stalled truck on the freeway. If you look at the sign, it says (no kidding) that "this truck uses alternative fuel." We looked at each other, laughed for a long while, and then decided ... that was put here by God for us to post about.



On the street ... these two characters were found charging women passing by to take their picture. One guy insisted that every one have on their favorite team gear. The girls just squealed and loved it. These guys made $3.27 in just two hours.

Leaving the beauty of the bay ...

As my plane banked back to the east, I was glad I had done something I had wanted to do since 2004 -- meet the Great Goomba. I thought of his plane heading for Israel tomorrow ... and I prayed for him.

So, at the summit, we decided: 1) We are glad for and amazed at the power of the internets; 2) We are grateful for this blog to vent, inspire, and inform, and we enjoy the banter with all of you; 3) Nick is going to come to Texas to visit the Cutter clan; 4) God has blessed us both in unique ways over the course of some twisting trails and trying travails; and 5) Most importantly, we love each other.

Talk to you again, soon, my brother.