It’s Saturday!

Dr. Really? and I are are cavorting in Proust’s Living room. We’re enjoying cups of tea and cookies.

Zone Trip #4

The caravan of ill-assorted vehicles assembled at the baseball diamond in Golden Gate Park as a late-summer dusk promised a fine night for entering the unknown. As always, when a Cacophony Society Zone Trip called adventurers to leave San Francisco, the stragglers came late, and the last-minute preparations detained us further.