560 one last walk to the Farmer's Market
The sounds. A truck unloading, traffic, crows. Crows send back childhood memories walking the paths of an island in Maine.
This is not that. Here the dogs pull on the leash in every direction seeking some odor of piss or some little scrap of food. Well, I guess they would probably do the same thing there, although we would have them off leash.
The city Wi-Fi keeps asking me to sign in and interrupting my internet service. Why do phones cut out getting data when you're on a Wi-Fi network but not signed in? Just give me the data off 4G, or give me a warning saying we're not giving you data because you're connected to a Wi-Fi network but not signed in.
This must happen to everyone walking down Market Street. Nobody is getting data because each time you get to new node on the city's Wi-Fi network they want you to sign in.
Almost everyone Asian at the farmers market is wearing a mask. And there are a lot of Asian people that go to this Farmer's Market. Looks like they know something I don't know.
There are an awful lot of closed businesses and empty storefronts on Market Street. Whether this is because of the pandemic or greedy landlords or both, not really sure. Oh here's "Loyal, cellular longevity. Save the dogs, save the world." I'm going to have to check that out.
Am I going to miss San francisco? I'm not sure. I'm still here. The City is so much of what I know. I've been in and out of so many different watering holes, restaurants and bars. I've flipped the city over and done it from the back side, working in gardens. You can complain about San Francisco all you want, but I will tell you what: it is a very pleasant place to live. The weather is extraordinary, it's beautiful and the people are fun.
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