Originally published in the S.F. Examiner
on July 11, 2019.
There was something in the air last week, and not just the glow of fireworks pulsating through the dense fog that shrouded most of The City on the Fourth of July…
Equally ominous, but even more unsatisfying, are all the empty streets, devoid of fares. Except in the Wharf, where thousands of visitors congregate for the official pyrotechnic display, only to leave disappointed.
Before the show is over, a mass exodus begins. Around 9:45 p.m., I head up Columbus, hoping to pick off from the herd without venturing too deep into the morass of vehicles for hire operated by drivers just as confused as the erstwhile spectators wandering the streets like refugees from an active war zone.
“You can’t see a thing!” exclaims a group of women from West Virginia.
“Happens every year,” I tell them.
“So what’s the point?”
After depositing them at the St. Francis, I head back to the Wharf for another load.
“The fog’s too thick to see the fireworks,” complains a mother of two sons.
“But you can hear them,” points out the younger one.
“It’s like this every July,” I say.
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