Mission Mission

I used to live 1.5 blocks from Dolores Park in a converted garage apt. The ceilings were eight feet high, only one small window overlooked the dark breezeway, and the exhaust from our neighbor’s motorcycles (which were kept a few feet from my bedroom) would provide me with many hours of uninterrupted sleep. I kept my sanity by spending every waking moment lying on my blanket in Dolores Park. Now that I live in an Outer-Mission-giant-bay-window-and-15-foot-ceiling apartment, I don’t lounge in Dolores Park as much as I’d like.

Yesturday was one of those really warm February days and I spent the afternoon eating sandwiches, playing gin (I won 3/5), and soaking up the sun. Not only did the day make me daydream about summer adventures in the coming months, but it refueled my love for San Francisco. The Public Marching Band provided great pre-spring music while parading around the park with hats and instruments. Maybe I won’t move to Manhattan after all.

2 Responses to “Dolores Park Produces Change of Mind”

1. Allan says:

   February 14, 2008 at 1:53 pm

   For some reason, this post makes me think of those Bi-Rite yellow-fin tuna sandwiches I love so much.
2. Katie says:

   February 14, 2008 at 2:09 pm

   For reason it doesn’t.