There’s Creative And Then There’s Crazy
I had another post in mind for this morning, a post sprung from a thought that formed while I was reading a book this morning by a San Francisco author. But as a I write this, a highly agitated man is screaming obscenities at tourists right outside my window and I’m having trouble focusing on what I’d originally planned to say.
What I’m thinking about instead is what a good friend of mine said last year on his first visit to San Francisco. We were riding the bus, going to or coming from some event, and I’d casually asked him if …read more
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