'Tis the seasons

It's New England fall in the Mission, as in right around early November. The green and red trees on 22nd are dropping their leaves, and it's been crisp and sunny enough for long enough that they crackle underfoot. (If you shuffle just a little.)

Yesterday I went to the only Christmas bikram yoga class, at noon. It was packed. The teacher called changes like an auctioneer doing an infomercial, but everyone seemed cheerful.

At 9, I headed out to meet Jews and half-Jews and non-Jews at an Irish bar called—wait for it, it's perfect—O'Greenberg's. We ate egg rolls. I won a round of Liar's Dice. $7, baby.

The neighborhood was empty and quiet. This is a small town when everyone's away. I know because you can cross the street wherever you want. All the cars and the cops are sleeping.

Tomorrow Gibson and Cooly and I are driving north, and eventually I'll get to the mountains. See you in 2009.

Love,
The BCB