Fun Day at Explo

The Exploratorium is the perfect place to take a scamp. Belly-Bone insisted on telling the other thousand kids there that she knew everything there is to know about every exhibit in the museum, or that she already learned about this stuff in New York. 

We ate grilled cheese sandwiches from a cart in front of the museum, and bought America's Cup tchatchkes on Market Street, and took streetcars, trolleys and buses to go nowhere in no particular hurry.

Ran into old friends Trisha and Ellyn at the museum, while searching unsuccessfully for Hanky Girl.

As always, when you show your beautiful city to people who don't get to live here, it looks more beautiful than ever. So it is nothing short of astonishing that the first thing people notice, before the bridge or the buildings or the hills, are the homeless people.

Those beautiful newly-planted palm trees along the Embarcadero, each with its own brick enclosure, have become tiny mini-motels for homeless people. One palm, one hobo, each enclosure filled with filthy blankets, or a hospital bed, or empty bottles and trash, the drunks lying on the treet, or staring off into the million dollar view.

This will never change, especially as the weather gets warmer. If you were going to be homeless, wouldn't you rather do it in Saint Plotniko than Cincinnati?

Yesterday, The Great PD and Great 5H spent several hours with an East Bay real estate agent, getting a fix on the way things are out here. Ya nevuh know. The Great Plotnik would certainly be sad if he had to spend any more time with Belly The Bone and Desmond the Prosperous.

Meanwhile, 3000 miles away and two days too late for Plot and Duck, DRBZ is stepping out.