Depending on which source you check, the high temperature in San Francisco ranged from 95 to 97 yesterday. Either one is more than 20 degrees above normal for September, the warmest month of the year in this city without air conditioning. Either one is also more than my poor, fragile, little system can take. I don’t think I slept more than two hours last night, and I’m tired and cranky as hell. So if you plan to say anything to me today, you’d better phrase it politely: I’ve already tried to get one receptionist fired for being rude on the phone today…
Question for readers in Sacramento: There used to be this really great store on 16th Street just north of the railroad tracks (and across the street from the homeless huts) which sold furniture and other random artifacts from the 1960s and 1970s. It was in sort of a shed-like building, and I can’t remember the name. I drove by this weekend and it was gone, with a big “no trespassing” sign out front. Anyone know what happened to it?
