What ever happened to predictibility? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV.

I sang those lyrics on the Golden Gate Bridge today.

I thought of Phil Hartman & Mike Myers while staring at Alcatraz today.

I tried not to imagine puking up the San Francisco treat while going almost straight down a hill today.

Ah, what a good day (hour?) in San Fran.

I'm sad to sad I did not wear flowers in my hair or even leave my heart there.

but I'm glad I went.