The area of the bay

Had an excellent breakfast with my friend Levon at St Francis Fountain, a restaurant he's owned for twenty years but will soon be listing for sale, since he's long since been spending more time at his place out in Joshua Tree in the desert. I was glad to have had a chance to eat there. It's a special place, a bit of a time capsule that retains the look and feel of a 100-year old diner.

Then he ran me out to the airport, where we arrived in the veritable blink of an eye.

The night before took me out to a peninsula north or Port Richmond where David and Carol dropped me off to meet John and Viola at a 5th anniversary celebration for Diaspora Spices, a very foodie distributor of the finest herbs and whatnot. The wind blew off the harbor in a decidedly not joking fashion. Across the bay we could see Mount Tam rising.

On the way there we saw all manner of industrial junk and even decommissioned military housing, just sitting there rotting. From the as an Eastern guy, it's always striking how much gorgeous shoreline, of which there is a true surfeit, is just left to rot. Back East what would be a national park is here a boneyard. What are you gonna do?