Normally the weather in San Francisco has nothing to do with the official change of of seasons, however this year it looks like we're
spot on. Here's a shot I took while walking to the train station this morning. Where is my Indian Summer? Things get even more daunting when you consider there will be a
ski jump contest on Fillmore Street next Thursday. Is this the coming of the next Ice Age?
What has happened to San Francisco's tradition of irreverence if it can't even fight Mother Nature? Luckily there's an anti-war rally this weekend.