If you live in San Francisco long enough, you’ll forget this is a very strange place. I can tell you without any equivocation that a guy walking with a white tipped cane is absolutely, like, the ninth most interesting thing you’ll see in my neighborhood. On my walk to work, there’s a placard outside a… let’s call it a variety store… proudly proclaiming, “We Buy Porn!” Around the corner, at the entrance to the Castro MUNI stop, the homeless guy by the bus shelter calls out, “Kidney? Harvest your kidney? Sir, may I harvest your kidney?” What I’m saying is that when the mannequin in the front window of the Goodwill store is dressed with a tuxedo top and a pink chiffon ballerina dress bottom, seeing me making my way around a construction pylon with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cane in the other is just not goig to be on your radar.
I also think San Francisco must be the birthplace of Competitive Leisure, the idea that you can’t just have fun. You have to have more fun than everyone else, or it doesn’t count. It means if you come to work on Monday and someone asks you… with that slight note of a challenge in their voice, “So… Continue reading “Over, Under, Through”