What world have we entered — of like limbs, but not;
of like minds, but not;
yet all under the same sun!
What stories have we left behind?
Perhaps the dance is an answer.
— Margaret Jenkins
Friday night in the Haight! We accidentally found ourselves driving through the famous Haight Ashbury District on a late Friday afternoon, so, parked the car, which was amazing that we could find a spot! then walked around for a couple of hours. So colorful, stimulating, gritty, and entertaining. Bought some Nepalese earrings, ate some curry, and comtemplated getting a tatoo... Of course I didn't. Afterwards, we walked through the Golden Gate Park where the Christians were holding hands, praying in a circle and getting ready to hand out sandwhiches to the many homeless teens. Daryl gave our leftovers he'd been carrying around in a to-go box to an older homeless guy wearing a blanket and pushing a shoppng cart. To the guys that passed us and said "bud?" Daryl replied back, "Hey, Bud..." till I explained that "no thanks" probably made more sense. He'd no idea we were just offered some fine pot. There are very few places for sale. Two-bedroom flats in the rowhouses are listed for $300-400K - which makes the homeless situation that much more apparent. We got stoned on gratitude and had free-love to spare.
Foggy evening sun rolling in on the Upper Haight
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