I don’t know about you, but all this gloom-and-doom talk is starting to get to me.
First just yesterday I see JPK pacing slowly along Flagler, working his way toward La Loggia, silent and alone in his thoughts.
Then this morning as I drove into work in my hermetically-sealed SFLmobile I came across nearly a dozen large turkey vultures, feasting on some fresh road kill. I paused briefly, as I watched the carrions determinedly pick the flesh off the bones of the decaying, unidentifiable carcass.
I’m sure this is just a coincidence, right?