Had the rare opportunity to walk through downtown San Francisco today, with the baby...I remember so vividly, various temp jobs I endured as a young adult, in that same part of town. Various cafes I visited and dreamed in. Those great old buildings, like the one I was in today, the Shreve Building...though they can be hot and dusty in the summer, or even in the fall (the office I visited today was stifling), these stylish old structures feel like places where people come to live, to relax...my baby relaxed in the office we visited, in fact, and I ended up changing him on the floor of the women's restroom. Sometimes babies really come through in a pinch; he seemed happy as a clam resting on that cold marble floor. (With a changing pad under him of course; but a thin one.)
I must revise what I wrote about San Francisco and enervation...yes, what I witnessed today was just the normal bustle of any financial center, not a sign of great cultural vitality...but the streets were bustling. I miss that workaday atmosphere. And I wish some of that energy could be transported over to my neighborhood.
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