The loud pounding distortion of a hip hop baseline pushed through way too tiny speakers caused me to look behind as I crossed the street. I saw the car and who was inside and then did a double take. Inside the rice burner was a middle-aged white guy with a bandana that could pass for Steve Carell.

I had to share this “life imitates art” moment with someone so I called Dave Kellogg. We started to talk about Lunch 2.0 as I headed toward In-N-Out Burger for dinner. Cat Guy passed me on his bicycle mumbling something about “cat lovers only.” I turned the corner and continued to talk with Dave. We were on the subject of Guy Kawasaki.

“RAAAARRHHHHHRRRRGGGGG!!!”

I almost jumped out of my jeans. A crowd of tourists were in a semicircle around me, laughing. “Shit, Dave, Bush Man¹ got me! Hold on, I have to give him a buck.”

I love San Francisco.

Pier 39
Fisherman’s Wharf, San Francisco, California

Nikon D200, Nikkor 18-200mm f/3.5-5.6G VR
1/80 sec @ f/13, iso 100, 18mm (27mm)