Northern Exposure Report

Aug 6, 2009
Dave at his swimming hole along Boulder Creek

Dave and I set our sights on Neva Loop this afternoon—spinning was the name of the game.

Leaving campus, we thought we must have been on the set of a Charlie Chaplin movie. Cars were backing out at us, delivery trucks were honking their horns like we just stole their mothers' dentures, and god-fearing citizens popped out of nowhere, nearly torpedoing us.

We were just waiting for a grand piano to drop out of a window.

But, we survived the orchestrated chaos. Dave took out his frustration on Folsom Street, smoking that thoroughfare like I've never seen before.

If you see him, tell him I think I found one of the screws that belongs in his left knee.