photo by Ballard Avenue

Even the pumpkins in our neighborhood are voting for Obama. We've got them all registered and they're going to vote early and often, too.

You can see more at Yes We Carve.

In an earlier life I wanted to play the tenor sax like Ben Webster, but after a few months of hacking about on it I realized I never would. Back to the music store it went, in exchange for a trombone (I wanted to play the overture to Tannhauser, but that's another story).

Here is the master himself, with Teddy Wilson tickling the ivories, in a set from Copenhagen c. 1970. Sadly, I'll never play the piano like Wilson, either, but I'll keep hacking.

How unreal? This mural on the wall of the Ernest Ingold Clubhouse of the Boys and Girls Clubs of San Francisco features the words "understanding" and "co-operation." What self-respecting cat would go anywhere near those words, except perhaps to say. "Understand this, chump. We'll be co-operating when I see my breakfast in this bowl and it better be some of that good Charlie tuna, not that cheap-ass Walmart crap."

Underneath the Muni tracks we visited yesterday is BART, a regional rail service that connects San Francisco with the suburbs. They have their own rules.

Muni operates a subway under Market Street in downtown San Francisco, and of course, it has overhead flashing signs, too.

San Francisco's transit operator, Muni, has a fleet of historic streetcars they run through downtown and along the waterfront. Some came from Milan, and still have the Italian signage inside. "Fermata prenotata" means "Stop requested."

It seemed like every time we turned around there was a new flashing overhead sign. Over the next few days I'll show some of them to you. This is from the elevator at the San Francisco Public Library.