San Franciscans have a bond of self-satisfaction bordering on smugness.
Just two days in Manhattan and you find yourself looking for a place to wash your handkerchief after you wipe your forehead and it comes away black. Is there a dirtier or more fascinating city anywhere in the land? The answer to both parts of the question has to be positively negative.
Baffling late-life discovery: Golfers wear those awful clothes on purpose.
God! I loove this city!
We are reorganizing in order to eliminate duplication and redundancy.
Isn't it nice that people who prefer Los Angeles to San Francisco live there?