Last night after dinner at The Anchor, my visiting German friend Chris and I took a slow stroll on Castro up to 17th Street and back to my parking place near The Anchor.
During the trip we encountered four San Francisco police officers, and I couldn’t at first put my finger on what it was, but somehow something was different. It was only when we passed the last of them as he stood talking to a couple of locals that I realized what was so striking. He looked like a high school student to me, and what had struck me earlier was that they all had looked like students.
Then I realized that here was another sign of aging: the cops start looking young.
And it was only after I made this observation to some friends that it struck me that yet another sign of aging is describing a walk up one side of a block and down the other as a “trip.”