With Lormot in West Chester, PA, I’ve been spending days at a time in my BatCave, writing Facebook and Android apps and becoming paler and paler. Yesterday I remembered my promise to have the car’s interior shampooed, and with luck I was out doing it in the middle of the day. An hour and a half to kill; it would have taken me a half-hour to get anywhere anyhow, so I just puttered around in the vicinity of the car wash. First I visited the pound and talked to all the dogs up for adoption. (They live well in San Francisco’s Animal Adoption Center. Lots of pit bulls. Pit bulls look friendlier when they’re not dragging a human around.) Took a stroll down the aisle at Best Buy: still no Wii’s for sale; and what used to be the satellite radio / car alarm section has been transformed into a navi system bonanza. Rainbow for oatmeal and beets and kale.
And then I made a daring leap. You know that place on S Van Ness, the old burger stand, never any customers–the kind of place that’s evidence that San Francisco has never seen a riot of any kind (it would have been demolished: you could take the place apart with an eight-ounce hammer and a set of sockets). Turns out: pretty good cheeseburgers.
