The first week of October was hot. There was something in the air.
First it was F/A-18 Hornets screeching through the skies above The City for Fleet Week. Then smoke and ash from the fires up north, making it difficult to breathe even with all the windows shut tight.
On the 5th, it was the Harvest Moon.
As if through cosmic intervention, I had one of the worst taxi shifts ever.
The whole day was one mishap after another: losing my phone, missing my train and not finding a cab at 24th and Mission, forcing me to walk in direct sunshine to the cab yard…
Things got crazy. And crazier. But that’s the way it goes in San Francisco.
Read some of the insanity here.
