Extreme Weather
So when I went to collect Ken last night to go to the party it was raining just on his block. 27th/Castro. Not up on Portola where the clouds were thick as pea soup. Not down in freezing Sunset. Not even at Chavez/27th. But right outside his door, this tiny patch, big fat drops of rain. San Francisco is *so* weird sometimes with its tiny microclimates.