After getting my steps in for the day, I climb on on the 24 bus. It’s a beautiful day in San Francisco. The 24 let’s me ride through a few neighborhoods before getting to my destination.

The different buses give you revolving flavors of the city. If I want a simple no nonsense ride to Pacific Heights, it’s the 24 bus. That’s not to say this line is without public transportation drama. Almost weekly, I comment on my Twitter feed about something that happens out of the ordinary (#talesofthe24). In general, it’s an easy ride.

As a huge theatre fan if I want my ride with almost a complete guarantee of a one person show, I can get that. Hey, it’s free theatre. When you see a ton of it you feel you can be a critic. For instance, I didn’t connect with Mary’s bump, grind and grunt on the 16 bus but I found Franco’s “bitch stole my money and my fu***** drugs” to be deep and Chaucer-like.

I’m in a good mood. The X-Ray’s on Luna’s leg repair looks good. She gets a total green light (longer walks, full unleashed use of the backyard). It’s a relief. And not carrying a pit bull up and down a flight of stairs every day is sweet.

At the intersection of Market and Castro, we stop for a long red light. I can see from my seat folks out enjoying the day. The realization for me is that I’m loving it myself. I’m on my way to work for a few hours and happy with the Luna news.

On that corner: The Twin Peaks Tavern (a bar folks call the glass coffin) is lively with patrons in and out as they continue with pandemic seating. An older man is sitting outside comfortably sporting blue Jean shorts, hoodie zip, and underneath the shorts are black stockings. The stockings have a sizable hole in them. It was big. My guess is he new about it and didn’t mind. This image struck me as a decent metaphor for San Francisco life. It’s not perfect but it’s not the holes that matter.

There are times when I listen to headphones on the trip or read something from my phone but more times out of not I take in the ride. There are a few side views as you ascend the hills. On clear days you can see downtown or the fog (or both).

The restaurants along Divesadero street are busy with Sunday brunchers. I’m my head I start playing back Sunday from Jonathan Larson’s Tick Tick Boom. I love what Lin-Manuel Miranda did with this show. He added a few numbers (where Hollywood directors would cut), one number that Larson cut in the stage show. He made it work visually. Andrew Garfield turned out to be the right choice for the lead.

Ah here comes my stop.