Being a bright and breezy San Francisco day, damned if I didn’t hurtle out the door and down the hill for late morning coffee and toast at Cup, the redoubtable Jordanian/Hispanic café by the subway station. I do this increasingly, getting out just for the sake of getting out. The product of this is doubtful. But Sam, the proprietor, is always friendly. And the whole experience confirms that the outside world still exists. It has been a long year. Soon it will be a long year and a half. And my Read more [...]