Walking Pac Heights

With GPS, and all other locational technology, you can't not know where you are.

You're able to see from above what's below and be almost sure where you're going, which consumes virtually all the uncertainty that makes being lost so worthwhile.

Walking in San Francisco, the profusion of branches of the major banks--Chase, CitiBank, Bank of America--belies the city's reputation for progressiveness. The walker thinks as he walks: given the excessive transgressions committed by the major financial institutions (financial biogtry, outright lawlessness etc.) these banks should be a real enemy of The Left, of those who espouse the the sort of liberal humanism on display elsewhere in The City*

        *The people who have taken progressive action against the above seem to be those less financially endowed who are nonetheless well-educated, making them an ever-smaller tribe, putting what little money and faith they do have in credit unions and small independent banks.

Wherever there is wealth there is greed, he thinks, continuing his walk, crossing California on Broderick and continuing to walk up toward the leafy precincts of Pac Heights. Yes, he thinks, wherever there is wealth there is greed...but there's art too, don't forget. There's art in wealth, art to be bought and displayed on white walls with high ceilings...

...and the small ornamental fruit trees are in blossom all along the street, in front of many of the pretty homes.