Thursday, April 8, 2010

San Francisco Morning

Morning in San Francisco

When I walked my dog this morning up Congo Street, I saw a man driving a car. On his lap, almost near the steering wheel, was a small black dog. He saw me and my furry white dog and clutched his dog closer to him and smiled. Though it probably was not safe, having his dog so close to the steering wheel, he looked so completely happy as if his skin and the dog’s fur were the same.
My dog, Penny, made her way with me up the street and back down. As we walked down the street I saw a huge truck with fried eggs painted all over it. The truck moved up O’Shaunassey Street. Later, going to get my daughter a copy of her birth certificate, I got off at Civic Center. Homeless men and women congregated near a stone with a quote from Rachel Carson—about preserving the earth—our natural resources. I smelled urine—saw so many unemployed and distressed. Another few steps and there was a sign over a bar that “Love solves everything.”