![]() And so it was that one fall day, after dropping off my daughter at her high school a block from that endearingly city-soaked rectangle of green called the Panhandle, I decided to finally learn Golden Gate Park. Like an iron-jointed butterfly, I began flitting around town – at first aimlessly, then systematically. After I had my knees replaced, San Francisco became endless and enticing. A whim-less city is a diminished city, a city whose mysteries are kept under lock and key, a city that repeats itself like a scratched record. You learn to work around chronic pain, but you lose certain things you are not even aware of. ![]() For most of the last two decades, my knees were so shot that I could not walk without pain. I began those wanderings more than 40 years ago, but only in the past two years have they assumed the obsessive form that has led my friends to hide when I come calling, chirpily announcing another thrill-packed excursion to the Outer Mission.īlame it on titanium. Its spirit is ambulatory - the product of the countless explorations I have made across San Francisco on foot. ![]()
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