I continue to meet interesting people in even more interesting ways here. A few weeks ago I met a vagabond on the bus named Tree. He had his guitar with him and we began talking about music, and traded playing songs on the guitar during the bus ride. I keep randomly meeting him around the neighborhood since then, including at my laundromat. A few days ago we went down to Union Square together and grabbed a tea at Borders while he told me about his fascinating life living on the street and traveling the California coast.
Tonight I was doing my laundry at the laundromat in Cole Valley (the same one that I met the girl that I went on a few dates with), and I was standing outside reading Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut. A guy in his 50s or 60s came up to me and just started talking about how he knew Kurt Vonnegut's son Mark when he lived in a commune in Canada in the late 1960s. The guy was also a sound technician for the Grateful Dead, so he told me a few crazy stories about his life on the road with the band.
My famous Cole Valley laundromat: