Friday morning
San Francisco, CA
Just back from a walk around the hill. Some days life really is just a walk in the park. Neighborhood’s still changing. Today I saw a Land Rover & an Audi parked in front of remodels at the top of my street. Used to be mostly jalopies all over the neighborhood. Some of them might have been mine, I’m not saying for sure, but… alrite, I confess I named my green F100 The Incredible Bulk and bums would use the bed for a bench because the tailgate went missing.
Today some guy was being picked up from the yuppie mansion in the aforementioned block by a limo with smoked out windows. Back in the day there was a crack house across the street and another one at the corner up from his house. “Course during prohibition we had bootleggers. When I first moved to the neighborhood even taxi drivers got lost on our convoluted narrow streets and the cross street was a drop off point for stolen cars.
Now we have a dog park with a drinking fountain for the dogs, one for kids and one for the bigger folks. Only the spigots for dogs and kids are working. We have our priorities. The New York Times writes us up and now tour buses go up there to show off the view. ‘sAlrite, a city always has changing tides & I’ve been bobbing up & down on the waves of this city's history for over 30 years. And people still drive the wrong way on our one-way streets, but nobody comes knocking on the door claiming they need money for Pampers and then turning down the package I have on hand.
In guitar news, I’m still working on healing my left hand, probably have to get sprung from OT and get another cortisone shot soon. I sure wish those tendons in my thumb would calm down! Meanwhile, I may only be able to play one note today, but I’ll make it a good one.
And I’ll take the time to say hey as I pass by.
See you in the music.
