24 hours of Lou

My first stop in San Francisco was a request for twenty four hours of 1:1 time with dear age-old buddy Lou(ise) who lived through my entire Silicon Valley era with me, highs and lows.  She's on a positive upswing which is good to see but wanted me to herself without the rest of our San Francisco riff raff around.  It was a good plan, and I prefer it that way.  I've been running my rtw trip like that at every stop this year.  Bernal heights in the South part of San Francisco is as always cold as hell, even, especially in mid summer.

Aftermath of 1906 San Francisco earthquake?  View on high of crackland from Bernal heights hill.  (Timed selfie.  Selfies have a more authentic feel than posed pics from strangers.)

Hope?  Dreams?  Faith?  Naïveté?

Really?

Welcome to the house tradee buddy Mark built

Mornings in techville

Yikes! The BART!

Fast girls on the town 

We love our freaks: 90% of San Francisco population 

Zoe and tongue 

Zoe and uncle roberrrrt

Eric's: best Chinese in noe valley with galpal Amy

I would be blotto all of the time in this town, so cheap!!

Years of crud, best kept underground 

Exception to my selfie only policy: I fell asleep on Lou before Amy arrived

Basquiat was here.  Oh, Mark, where are you?

Getting ready for a wedding party: "It takes so long to be a girl!"

Exception: the girls looked great

And Amy dazzled the wedding crowd

My California address 

See?  I'm a native 

Something is Luring me home to the city by the bay

And she's off!!!

Go team!!

Steve McQueen hills to pakas