So today is my last day at my job that’s directly across the street from Aquatic Park, next door to Ghiradelli Square. My commute everyday consists of taking BART to the Embarcadero, and transferring to the F-Market, which passes the Ferry Building and Pier 39.
I pass by the Hyde Street Cable Car turnaround and the Buena Vista Cafe on my walk from the end of the F Line to the office.
If I look up from my tired haziness, I have a perfect view of the Golden Gate Bridge.
For lunch, I’ll either walk to Fort Mason:
or to Washington Square Park:
Sometimes I’ll play Bocce on the new, and empty, Bocce Court that’s next to the quaint North Beach Library.
Pure San Francisco five days a week.
Although I’ve seen some amazing things: dead sharks, stranded seals, birds that take shits the size of buckets — I’ll probably never come back.
It’s not my San Francisco. My San Francisco is warm weather, beer in the park, dirty sidewalks, Mexicans.
So Goodbye 8:30 to 5! Goodbye hour long commute! Goodbye Fisherman/Sailor/Pirate Bum and Bushman Bum! Goodbye Tourists! Goodbye 30 mph winds!
Bushman Bum. He has succeeded, everyday for three years, to scare me. Every. Time.
Fisherman/Sailor/Pirate Bum: I have seen you three or four times everyday, and I dont want to show a photo of you. You are too precious. I will definitely miss you.
Now … does Dolores Park have wifi?
[All photos from Flickr. Click each to see photo page.]