Just got back from a long visit to San Francisco, hanging with my friend Rev. Mary Haddad, Canon Pastor at Grace Cathedral (www.gracecathedral.org/).
Toured the mountains on sociologist John Sumser's BMW R1100 Sportster (www.bookslut.com/nonfiction/2006_09_009906.php), lunched at Half Moon Bay, checked the waves at Stinson Beach, caught a startling performance of First Person Shooter at the SF Playhouse(www.sfplayhouse.org/season0607/firstperson.php), enjoyed a public conversation between author Christopher Hitchens and Grace Cathedral's Dean Alan Jones at the Herbst Theater (www.cityarts.net/n.hitchens.html), picked up a purple Balinese Flying Goddess in the Haight, gave a cat some Reiki, hiked through Muir Woods and cruised Golden Gate Bridge in a red Miata. Spent many days and nights feasting with family and friends, wailing Califonia Uber Alles loud enough to raise the Dead Kennedys. So why don't I just move back to Atlantis?