Five years ago, we walked all of Geary Street in San Francisco. Yesterday, we did it again. Market Street, the Tenderloin, Western Addition, Japantown, and out through the Richmond District. This time we used a GPS app, and logged the trip as 8 miles, including the walk down the beach to get on the N Judah for the return trip downtown.
Urban walking is hip. This is how we’d look if we lived in Portland.
Have your cake and your enoki, too.
Eggs so sublime, bacon that’s a kick in the eye.
This is a dangerous place.
The exotic cars.
They didn’t say anything about boxers with dogs on them.
Cha fixed my old TV set.
I’m at the market across from the U2 Beauty Center.
I’d like to try moxibustion before I die.
A few blocks ago, 5 years ago. Do pictures save the world?
If I press the bell, will Jackie Chan answer the door?
Out in the avenues, things started to get jumbled up.
I was hungry.
I started seeing things.
The lions will protect me.
I will drive my Toyota Corona 4×4 to the end of Geary Street.