Bus Report #603
The limping boy on his skateboard, racing down Fillmore to catch the bus at Haight. He has a thermos in his rear pocket and a tell-tale red-capped bottle of coffee creamer in a front pocket. He catches the bus and limps to a seat in the back.
On 16th between Guerrero an Valencia, the smell of freshly mowed grass, where there is no grass, and very few street trees in sight.
Thank you San Francisco, for 19 Years! Banner hung out front the soon-to-be closing Ti Couz.