It was absolutely wonderful to meet up with a New York friend in San Francisco -- seeing Kat and comparing displacement stories was certainly a highlight of the week. Plus it was just so nice to get out of town and to have a nice, relaxing drive with Jack. He always takes "the back route" (Highway 132) getting to San Francisco, which means driving past some of the prettier rural parts of the Central Valley. And there's always a little thrill, getting to the Altamont, seeing the rows of windmills for electricity generation.
We're not the photo-taking kind, but we did take one photo each.
I know I look pissed off here, but I wasn't. I was having a nice time reading the SF Chronicle and drinking a latte. I am side-mouth smiling, but the light makes me seem scowly.
After dinner with Katharine, walking her back to the Golden Gate Theatre, I spied this "jack's" sign & decided it was a perfect photo op...Jack pointed out the presence of the 666 behind him and so we got both in the frame.
