I arrived in San Francisco (yet again) on Sunday. The beginning of 10 days of work on the west coast. It's sort of foggy-ish and chilly-ish. Which is one of the major reasons I went screaming back to NYC after living here.
That said, one of the great thing about a teensy little cow town like San Francisco is the likelihood of running into your old friends and acquaintances, with practically no effort. Makes it feel like home. So far I've seen Jeff and Randy and Gina and Scott and Steve and Larry and David and Jessie and David (a different one) and Ian and Scott (a different one) and Eric and Jeff and Dan. And it's only Tuesday. Who knows who lies ahead?
This is a picture of me and my friend Steve eating ice cream at the A-MA-ZING little Bi-Rite Creamery in the Mission District. One of the most divine cones I've licked in a long time. It's "Burnt Caramel." Next trip out, put it on your short list.