A. California notes, continued

Whenever I ride the bus in Berkeley, ten people jump up to offer me a seat. It could be that I am nearly always with my mother. She doesn't look fragile, but she does use a cane and she certainly is of a Medicare eligible age and so people rise for the both of us.

I have reached a mature age, finally. Perhaps other signs of maturity will soon follow.

Tonight, on board the Bart train bound for downtown SF (and therefore to my hotel), I sat back, wanting very much to reflect. To mull things over. And smile at the recollections. It was not to be. Four rowdy youths absolutely dominated the entire space of the Bart car. They weren't vulgar (unless you find vagina jokes vulgar) or threatening in any way. They were (NCU) students, done with watching some ball game or other, heading out for... various things. One of them definitely wanted to lure a girl to bed (his choice of words). The remaining two appeared to merely want to talk loudly.

The rest of the people in the Bart car bonded by darting meaningful gazes at one another. I should have made a youtube video out of this, I tell my seatmate -- it may have gone viral! 


Still earlier? Well, there was the Bay Bridge outside my hotel widow. Stunning at sunrise. 





I could not sleep after I rose to look outside. And now, predictably, I am too tired to finish the story of the day.

Here's an idea: I'll do the ending when I get back to Madison tonight. One can't be rushed with a recount of a rich day.