“Don’t you live near that famous house?” Craig asked. “I have this guide book of interesting things to do in San Franscisco and one was to see the house from that old TV show “Full House.”
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s up around the corner from here.”
“Cool. Let’s go see it,” Craig said.
“It’s just the façade. The show wasn’t filmed in or at the house. That was done in a studio,” I explained. “That house was used only for exterior shots.”
“So what? It’s still a famous San Francisco landmark, right?” Craig said. “You can take a picture of me standing in front of the place.”
“Yeah, you and dozens of others,” I said. “That place has hundreds of people milling around it at all hours of the day. They’re loud and obnoxious. They block traffic and drop trash and cigarette butts all around the place.”
“Come on, dude,” Craig pleaded. “I’m your brother from another mother from back east. The least you can do is to walk around the corner with me and take my picture standing on the steps of the Full House house. It’s not like we have to get in the car and drive there.”
“Okay, whatever,” I said, giving in. “But if it takes more than 30 minutes for you to get a spot alone on the steps, I’m outta there.