Another splendid day in SF. 72°.
Howdy NYC. How’s that 65° working out for you? Hear there’s a snow storm headed your way.
In Golden Gate Park today, I passed a very young person (I’m bad with ages) being wheeled about in one of those deluxe strollers. Hardly a unique sighting. But this person was deliberately banging his head against the padded tray table. His face told me this wasn’t an entirely pleasant sensation. But there were no tears. Just a puzzled look. Just forehead to tray. Over and over.
We feel you, little brother.