San Francisco's latest rainstorm stopped – or paused – not long before I went out to catch the bus this morning. How cinematic, I thought, slick pavements and stop lights and silence.
Hail came pelting down in the afternoon just as I set out for the dentist on Mission near 24th and the umbrella that I carried did not protect me very much. Consequently I arrived at the office with loud squelching feet. But the visit was just an exam and the dentist did not find any problems so it was a pretty good bargain suffering no worse misfortune than wet shoes.
