This morning when I exited my train to begin my uphill migration to the office, I was welcomed to San Francisco by the sound of opera. At first I thought the uber-cultured audio was being piped in via the speaker system. Then, as I turned the corner to exit the train station, I discovered a boom box blaring the music and two vocalists belting out the Tenor and Soprano parts. I was duly impressed. When somebody left the tuxedo and dress-clad performers a tip, I thought, "Only in San Francisco."

After beginning my trek across Townsend, I passed a line of cars with broken auto glass debris littering the curb next to them.

Ah, city life.