26 September 2013
Wednesday, at Kaplan's on Market, I bought two new wool berets, of the type I usually wear, to replace my worn and faded beret, which I bought at the same shop at least 10 years ago. The new caps should last as long as I do, probably longer.
16 September 2013
At the moment, on this sunny, clear, rather chilly and windy afternoon, three helicopters are flying over Ocean Beach, one or two hovering here and there, another patrolling close to the water, up and down the Beach. The surf is high, and, presumably, the rip currents are strong. The water is no place for a surfer, or a swimmer, or anyone in a small boat.
This evening, on the 5 Fulton bus, a young man gestured toward my faded black beret and said, "Dude, I like your hat!" Thanks!" I replied. He took off his baseball cap, held it out to me, and said, "Wanna trade?" "No thanks," I said. "My hat keeps my head warm." "You have a nice head," he replied, as he left the bus.
This afternoon, outside an entrance to Lake Merritt BART station, a middle-aged couple were dancing a slow waltz, in elegant, slow, formal, ballroom style, to music audible only in their imaginations. They stepped and swirled and flowed around the space, unworried and unhindered by others passing by.