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tonight i met my friend jessica in the city for tacos at don pisto’s in north beach. (delicious food made even more wonderful by the company of the good, good heart of a beloved friend – and the baby girl in her belly!) i just can’t get over how excruciatingly cool san francisco is, or how terribly happy its little quirks make me. i was a bit early and my phone was dead so i took twenty minutes to soak in my surroundings. the hills were draped in fog, and the air smelled like charring pizza dough; music wafted out of restaurants and colorful houses perched so blithely on the slants of the streets. i watched people pass me and wondered where they were headed, who they were talking to on the phone, what they were worried about, why they were smiling. i popped in a couple clever little shops cozied into grant avenue under italian flags and green and red lights strung across the road. the mist moved as the people moved, sheeny and soft. i noticed these signs in the windows of the ...