a peaceful bulb of junk, art and bushes which protrudes into the Bay. Many of the bushes are caraway, so I gnawed on some of those while walking around on a web of trails which ended up in various spots. In the evening evening my sister and I went into the city and rode bikes to a little backyard behind a long narrow house where some people were roasting vegetables under the light of a spooky old floor lamp. There was a speech pathologist who picked us to talk to a lot. The next night we went to see a neat new movie in an old theater. Afterwards we hung around in city hall and ate mashed potatoes out of martini glasses.