My mom always said “wave bye-bye to Denver!” when we’d leave town, when I was a kid. (She still does, but winkingly.) I’m here at the airport, ready to wave bye-bye to San Francisco. So long, old frenemy. It’s been real. But I have to go make different mistakes elsewhere now.
Open thread! Anybody else got anything fun planned, now that our collective crippling anxiety is slightly less crippling?