I am leaving San Francisco.

It makes sense for me to get out for a few months anyway. I’m not going to waste my energy trying to convince people that there isn’t a restraining order involved.  Though there really isn't.

I know I will be back but not in which capacity, maybe as the silent partner in a Crossfit Gym in Berkley, maybe just for a bite to eat.

 I know I have a lot to say about San Francisco, and I’ll try to say it well in the next few weeks. I have spent the last three years exploring the city, and hope that I have some insight into it deeper than prime jukebox locations. On the other hand, I never put both feet in, so to speak,perhaps for fear of stepping in the man-pooh (Figuratively, and literally),  so I may not have ever given the place  a fair shake.

Not that I expect to have a negative opinion. I really don’t know yet. I have to sort that out. As a single guy, I couldn’t ask for much more. But as a College student, I couldn’t ask for more than Athens, Georgia, but I knew that if I hung around there longer than I should, I would grow donkey ears. S.F. may be the same way.

There are exceptions of course. You’re not supposed to be a business traveler as long as I have been, but I was, and am still.

We'll see. I just wanted to give everyone the heads up.

I’m going to be renting a car and driving east around the end of April. I hope to stop by Lancaster to see my God Mother and Karen, Vail to have a drink at the Lions Pub and maybe catch one last run, Austin to see Andy’s boy, Memphis to check out that bar from the Swearing at Motorists Song where life is like a Townes song, and finally Atlanta, to do whatever.