Grab Bag #032
Love, eggs, and baseball in San Francisco.
Spring is here with new life, new love, baseball and the free-wheelin’ Woody LaBounty Grab Bag. Beware: we’re a little loose this week.
My friend Diane A. (F.O.W.), in one of her manically veering monologues over coffee at Simple Pleasures, told me of her day meeting a man wearing many rings at a North Beach café, then a plant store owner who shared what a good “snuggler” he was, then a ripped ex-marine who explained how to get work-out advice for free at the health club, then a nattily-attired high school Spanish teacher who watched both his class and her pile of clothes while she swam at Aquatic Park.
One day, four men, and suddenly spring reverses her numbers from 61 years old to 16. It’s the magic of the season.
Perfect First Date
When I was young, a visit to the Musée Mécanique in the basement of the Cliff House made for the perfect first date. But also, a kind of litmus test.