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San Francisco Gay Pride parade


September 7th, 2005

Bummer
Wednesday. I talked with one of my coworkers, who is about my age, and she mentioned she was tired today, thought it had something to do with the change in the weather. I was not thinking it was a change in the weather, but what the hell? Sounds better than growing old and less able to get up in the mornings, totally burned out and unable to concentrate, whacked out from too much beer in the evenings: better than any of those, I was thinking. So I'll go with the change in the weather. That and the beer. I once thought it was an American disease, until I met all those Brits, Aussies, Welshmen and Germans.

You don't know any Germans and Welshmen come from Britain.

I had a great grandmother back there somewhere who was German, although I have no idea if she liked her beer in the evenings. I have many French relatives, but they're into wine (and pretty much everything else of interest). The Scandinavians, of which there are a great many in my family line, will drink pretty much anything they can get their hands on, so maybe I'm being too specific by limiting it to beer. I'm sure you can flush your brain down the drain with any old fermented beverage, as long as it's liquid.

You're not drinking too much and you well know it.

True, but I'm writing this just as I'm finishing my bottle of Corona, my 24 ounce bottle of fine Mexican beer, and I'm thinking I'd like to drink another. One bottle is good, it's that “I'd like to drink another” that leads you into trouble. Perhaps why I buy them by the bottle, a quick stop at the Seven-Eleven look alike on my way home in the evening. But I meander.

But you meander.

It's overcast this early evening as I write. The temperature is fine. It was warm this afternoon, but not too warm, a reason for living near the ocean. The currents flow down from the north and so the water is cold and the breeze off the water brings relief on these summer evenings. If it still is summer, now that we're into September.

The last day of Summer was August 27th. I looked it up. This is the Fall, falling toward Winter.

Bummer.

 
The photograph was taken at the San Francisco Gay Pride parade with a Nikon D2x mounted with a 70-200 f 2.8 Nikkor VR lens at 1/640th second at f 3.5 at ISO 200.

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