48 Hours Kickoff…

Last night was the night. I moseyed down to San Francisco with a load of students, followed by Becky, one of my mothers in tow in her supercharged pickup. We had time for a quick snack (dim sum) and then we were off to find Fat City. Now I’ve lived and worked the streets of San Francisco and my old station wasn’t located too far away from where we were heading. But there are massive changes in every city’s face as years pass. The feel was the same, the names new. Fat City was everything you