Vacant parking places aren't plentiful in San Francisco, so I was concerned about finding a spot somewhere near City Lights Books. It's between Chinatown, North Beach, and the old strip clubs. Tourist country. Not Fisherman's Wharf or the Golden Gate Bridge, but still a very busy place. Especially on weekends.
As I drove through town, from the freeway to the general area of the book store, I saw the occasional parking space in the more, um, scaly part of The City
and no spaces the closer I got to my target.
When I'm in a situation like this, I head for someplace familiar, like the street where I used to work. I was a half block from my old office when (cue angelic chorus) someone pulled out of a nice big parking space. It was as if Pacific Avenue were saying, "Welcome, back, dude. Where have you been the past 23 years?"
Look at that excellent parallel parking job
As I wrote the other day
, I have some great luck. Sometimes. I will take all of it that comes my way, thank you.
It's great to have good karma, but just looking at those cityscape photos gives me the jitters. Oh crap! Now my blood pressure is high. . .ReplyDelete
I know cities aren't for everyone, but the years I lived in San Francisco were some of the best of my life. I really enjoy the energy.Delete
Can't go back, though. Likely these days, everywhere you'd go, you'd overhear some assholes talkin' 'bout the app they're developing.Delete
I had a whole lotta fun in SF.....40 something years ago..ReplyDelete
Times have changed...dang-it!!...Mission district with friends, oh the memories....:+)......Cheap rent....