I’m here to tell you that San Francisco is operating as if Katrina never happened. You’d never know it but life goes on there like nothing ever happened over here. But what’s eerie to me is that as I ran around the Embarcadero, I had this strong ephemeral feeling that San Francisco too could have a major disaster and be changed overnight and that no one can predict when it will happen, but it will happen.
I cut four and a half inches off my hair and scattered the wisps out the window of the 15th floor overlooking Union Square – hey, why not?