"If You're Going To San Francisco..."

Interminable wait at Immigration before being fingerprinted like a common criminal - why didn't they read me my rights or offer me an attorney. Thankfully Mario Hernandez skipped the cavity search and waved me through with a cheery "welcome to the USA, have a nice day!" Hard to take him seriously when he's dressed like someone from Police Academy.

Taxi ride to the Hilton (via the Tenderloin where we saw a bunch of poor folks, none of whom appeared to be able to afford flowers for their hair). Bush's policies appear to be working well in SF. Driver was super-sized and sounded like the presenters on Mythbusters.

Clock says midday, but body thinks it's 0600 hours. Time for a sleep. Got to schmooze with other conference delegates this evening at City Hall.

written by

walbs on April 2, 2008 from San Francisco, United States

from the travel blog: Chrome Wheeled, Fuel-Injected and Steppin' Out Over the Line

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