Wow. I was not prepared for the feeling of lefty-geek-gone-to-Mecca that
hit me as soon as I left the San Francisco airport. I have to keep
remembering to shut my gaping jaw.
I walked my tushy off in the neighborhood south of the Presidio (near my
hotel) and finally am having some dinner (and lunch, I guess) at a
wonderful Chinese place called Eliza’s. My body thinks it’s after midnight.