I got an email this morning from my friend Carol telling me i’d made the San Francisco Chronicle. What! i wondered, having heard of neither awards nor indictments.
So i frantically flipped through to Section D, where sure enough, John King, our superb architecture critic, had a little piece about those Deco buildings flanking the Liberty Steps, and there i was, headed home on my Segway in the foreground.
And i’d decided years ago which was my best side, but how’d he know?
And yes, i joined a gym at the beginning of February and have been working out with increasing fervor, but no, i am not on steroids. That bulge on my right leg that looks like the quadriceps of a soccer player is actually my camera in the side pocket, and the reason i seem to have 20 inch guns and monster delts is because the wind is coming in the front of my shirt and blowing it up like a balloon.