This is especially for those of you stranded in blizzards in places I don’t go back to, except for funerals: a walkabout in my neighborhood. We’ve are having ungodly gorgeous weather, but I won’t rub it in, lest you smirk when we’re trying to live on a teaspoon of water a day. A little of Bernal, more of the Mission. If you expect a view of Fisherman’s Wharf, you’ll be disappointed, I fear.
First, an overview:
into the bowels of Frisco
though we’re named for a saint, we have a reputation for godlessness
and it may be true, but
Undergarmentless, I await my good luck.