Foul footsies? Not this scribe, but then my barefoot days of walking in the sand or anywhere, except from shower to bed, with naked feet are over so I never worry about smell.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
SF-Omy goodness: Seeing what was on the “trip ticket” from Air Canada, my gal and I drove to San Francisco International airport to pick up our son.
Jim McNaughton, a native Minneapolis-St. Paulian (?), and proud of it, recently sent me an email about the attributes of the area and his state of Minnesota.
It’s in your court. Word from the state, and you can always trust them (?), is that construction on the new courthouse at the site of the former VFW Lodge on 6th Street will begin next month.
My roommates — the beautiful, long-haired, blonde siren named Starlight and Eric, the Nasty — and I sat outside the I-Thou Coffee Shop on the 1700 block of Haight in San Francisco.
A soapbox would have melted in Chicago or Kansas, and just about anyplace else last week in the Midwest and East. But okay, there is no global warming, just local warming. Locally there, locally here, etc.
A note of thanks first off. Yard sale aficionado Alice Barnett was perusing through some items on display in a yard (where else?) and came upon a book on San Francisco.