drinking
Remember when I blogged last Thursday about coming back home to SF, and seeing a crowd of guys from out of town drinking on the neighbors' steps next door? Turns out they're visiting from Boston, and they've been drinking on that stoop for most of
St. Frances
St. Frances and I drove to Grand View Park today, her favorite spot in the city. When she first moved here, St. F signed up for a stairway tour of San Francisco and she discovered a lot of the city's best vantage points. Grand View Park's
Diego
It wasn't a shooting star, but as Diego and I were running for the bus last night on the way to Monk's Kettle we passed two girls also chasing after it. The driver waited for us, and them. So, St. Frances, if we'd stopped
living in SF
The other day St. Frances was expounding her theory of why we should take our time in this life – and specifically what I was missing by running to catch the bus. Something about how there are little details in everyday life that we don't notice, but by slowing
DC
The day St. Frances, Diego and I signed our lease was one of those hot, still days in the City. Not a cloud in the sky, almost 80 in late August. Everyone was out. Shorts, skirts, beers on the sidewalk, runners, hipsters and yuppies walking up and down Divis -
