Alltime favorite Pac Heights story. Walking around with my brother in law (who lives in the bay area) he is asking me constantly, what neighborhood is this? me: “pac heights.” him: “No it’s not. It’s something else.” me: “Oh maybe, there are all these little nook neighborhoods I don’t know.” One week later, he is on the phone: “Anna, it’s PACIFIC Heights, not Pac Heights.” haha
The parking around Fillmore neighborhood, at around noon, was atrocious. I mean, come on. Where are all these people going, or parking, or whatever? A strike was going on at the hospital there on Webster near California. It had a festive feeling because I think it was break time and lunch time. Someone drove by in this loud boom-boom car, and then, as if people didn’t notice him, he honks a zillion times. Funny.
At Peets on Fillmore: “I got one of those Ipod things, loaded it up” (grunts of approval from the other old guys at his table.
Joking with each other, same guys: “You can tell he went to college!”
In the UCSF Dental school (long story why I was there). Two guys sitting next to each other, wearing protective head gear, making tooth crowns. “I tell you, cows are smarter than that. They are really smart.”