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Christy

Thanks for this firsthand view of happenings on what sometimes seems like the other side of the world, from east coast to west coast. San Francisco is forever such a city of the imagination, and The Yerba Buena Gardens seem the perfect place for this event, given the great public art and absorbing public spaces--with different surprises all over those grounds (how amazing to come up unknowing to that full glass wall, peering into the performance space liek a voyeur!). And whose trouble couldn't be washed through by the MLK fountain in its alternate peace and crashing noise?

And oh, Michelle, you should have had that drink with the sassy mouse! I've always regretted saying no to a date with Clifford the Big Red Dog (or, at least, the guy in the costume who propositioned me when I was a bookseller at the local mall's Waldenbooks).

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