Red Light Green Light
A lot of driving on Telegraph Avenue. I don’t think I want to give up the luxury of getting around in a car. I don’t even mind red lights.
It’s one thing to walk and ride a bike during the day and nighttime—taking your chances of more stuff you don’t want happening to happen.
I don’t need more excuses not to get out among people.
I discovered a sewing shop on Piedmont this evening, by accident. Cecilia has been there since 1991 and carries Berninas and Babylocks. Look out.