September 09, 2003
Get me away from here.
Installing the wrong sign in the new traffic circles doesn't help matters:
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2003/09/08/BA176360.DTL
And some motorists think that now that some intersections have pseudo-roundabouts, they can blow through stop signs elsewhere. Last night a car loaded with three young bucks blew past the westbound stop sign on Haight at Scott and came within inches of hitting me. I could hear them gunning the engine at me.
The Stoop Report.
Unlike anything else, the stoop provides a respite, my place. This morning I stepped outside and as I stood looking up and down the street, Stan the UPS man drove by and waved; three women with strollers and ambling toddlers walked by, smiled and said "Good Morning"; Kilby the real-estate agent drove past and waved; and the old man with a cane -- who always sits on his stoop on the next block of Scott -- recgonized me and smiled.
Joy comes from the stoop. Merriment flows. And sitting on the stoop makes me quite happy indeed.
Neighborhood relationships and the pleasure of knowing the faces around me --