Guess who's back. Back again. Yeah, me. Tell a friend.
... And with a really nasty sore throat from the airplane, methinks. Or the Parliaments in Cali which, I will maintain with zero evidence, are made differently so as not to torch acres when somebody tosses a lit one out of their car window. In any event, I have to go retrieve Charlie Dawg from Bride Hickey's family's house in Bucks, so look for a return to the blog tomorrow. In the meantime, enjoy a camera phone shot of the Golden Gate, taken from a moving rental car and one of the sea lions off Pier 39 in San Fran.
Hasta manana, babies.