a world underwater,

exhibit A being East “B” Street, foreground below, for instance, during king tides

and then a morning break with barely time for

a trip to Vallejo [dentistry, as is often the case]

before the Deluge was Back…though

again gone by afternoon.

Wednesday I contemplated [along with Lefty, above]

a project to perhaps to publish a book of ink drawings from [maybe] the fifties on

which would start with stuff this character did back then…if any exists.

Or maybe not; will have to look.

Anyway that was postponed thanks to a day without rain which allowed us a trip into Deepest

downtown San Francisco to see Linda’s drawings at 425 Market Street and then struggle back

up to SFMOMA, unfortunately closed until 1:00 pm of a Thursday, which fortuitously forced us

to lunch at Grace [a poignant reminder of how one can, and in fact has to, pay just as much in the suburbs for unimaginatively mediocre food] before the joint upstairs opened so we could

enjoy Joan Brown’s wonderfully spirited eccentric paintings…at least up to the point where

she married a cop, got religion, and turned to the illustration of her belief systems whereupon

the paintings [not shown], albeit still idiosyncratic, became considerably less interesting.

After that, in eschewment of the ever predictable Fisher Galleries, we made a brief tour of

the permanent collections and were outa there in a little over an hour,

though not soon enough to avoid that Legendary Bay Area Traffic but WTF…

it wouldn’t be the legendary Bay Area without that now wouldit?

Anyway a day without rain, one of few.