Nuggets

On a walk into work, this morning, my friend and I stopped into the Village Store in the Inner Richmond. One of those places I've walked past more times than I can remember, I would have never guessed from my brisk strides through the neighborhood that this is what would be found inside... Creaky wooden floors look like they have been there for decades and contrast with the vibrant fruit and vegetables pouring over the fresh food counters. And, the hospitality of the employees makes me want to spend hours at one of the rough-hewn community tables in the front windows.

My transport home was less enjoyable, a bus (or two) having fallen off the "rotation" and left the 5:30 driver picking up way too many passengers than could fit. It made me think about what I've heard about Japan, where there are people whose job it is to shove passengers onto the high-speed rail trains during rush hour. San Franciscans could have crowd surfed down the length of the evening 43 without any fear of being dropped. The ride took an hour and then some, all told. But, on the bright side, I was able to get the very last seat and read this great poem in this great book which caused me to laugh into the oversize backpack of the person standing in front of me.