10 September 2015
04 September 2015
Recently, I boarded a crowded 33 bus at 18th and Castro. I remarked to the young man who gave me his seat that "I'm always surprised when a young person offers me a seat. I routinely forget that I'm old!" "Well, you were walking slowly," he said. "I guess that's what old guys do!" I replied. We continued with a pleasant conversation about his childhood in Orange County and his career as a musician and artist and cyclist and coder and so on. I wished him a good life.