They say we float around here in San Francisco, and perhaps we do. But we are artists, poets, entrepreneurs, sex workers, writers, and much more. Mainly we are doers, because the people in San Francisco are always doing something.
They say the president is on the runway or about to land. There is no movement, no planes taking off. None seem to be coming in. We are all packed in, all seats taken, but not nearly as squished as the first flight, which was all but miserable.