Tomorrow's My Last Day In San Francisco

     I am so going to miss this town. The hills go almost straight up, to the point that  you need ropes and climbing shoes with cleats.  But that's nothing to coming  down the hills... in a car. You hold your breath, say a prayer, grip the wheel with white knuckled hands, and go for it. 

     The real problem comes when you come to a stop sign at the top of one of these monster hills.

     "Why didn't I get my brakes done before I came here? I promise God (there are no atheists on SF hills) I'll have them looked at tomorrow just let me survive driving in SF."

    My friend walks everywhere. She says it's good exercise. She's right, it is. Which is why I take buses everywhere.

     I spent most of the afternoon down at the Ferry Building. It's a great hotspot and sturdy seats and tables for eating, drinking and working on my next novel.

     It looks like Luke Travaine is going to lose his girlfriend in the first chapter. But he still has Elvis.

     Enjoy life, read a book.