I miss the good old days in San Fran
When you could find a spot in the parking lot at Fisherman's Wharf. And if not there, a spot on the street a little way down the Embarcadero.
And the Exploratorium was free, or free for a donation, and nobody enforcing the donation.
And you could hop on a cable car anywhere, not just at the ends after standing in line for an hour. And the price was the same as a bus ride.
And walk around without stepping in shit.
Yes, I'm that old. And still trying to figure out why San Fran as much appeal as it does. Don't get me wrong, I think it's a nice place, and has a lot of charm. But then, a lot of other places have a lot of charm too. I wouldn't want to live there today.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
