Fake news? This is clearly fake weather. There is no other possible explanation for rolling out the door in San Francisco’s Glen Park neighborhood in a short sleeve shirt in August. It should be cold. It should be windy. It is neither.  This very morning did I not make it all the way down the hill without encountering a single cloud? I rolled straight into the redoubtable Cup, had my cappuccino, staked my presence in Café Society, then rolled home in utter meteorological bliss. It doesn't Read more [...]

I think that is what it’s all about, or at least 50% of “it.” No one likes loss of agency. No one likes loss. This very early afternoon, did I not venture down the hill to Canyon Market? And there did I not hurl almost 1 pound of sea trout out of sight and out of mind?  Out of mind would account for a lot of this anecdote. But not all of it. First, there is the sense that life is slip sliding away. The more you near your destination…. No, let’s not blame Paul Simon. Anyway, I had Read more [...]