One day if I do go to heaven...I'll look around and say, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.
The clock doesn't matter in baseball. Time stands still or moves backwards. Theoretically, one game could go on forever. Some seem to.
San Franciscans have a bond of self-satisfaction bordering on smugness.
Martinis are like breasts, one isn't enough, and three is too many.
Baffling late-life discovery: Golfers wear those awful clothes on purpose.
The waterfront without the Ferry Tower would be like a birthday cake without a candle.