I’m back in Lipstick City after three debaucherous fine days in Frisco with SbB Girl Wendy.

(Ahhh. Somewhere in the distance, the sweet strains of Starship)

Like everyone in Los Angeles, I absolutely adore all The City’s ever-considerate inhabitants. And I’m happy to report that San Francisco does have us beat in at least one area: World Series victories Famous landmarks!

Actually make that two things. Before visiting last weekend I’d forgotten about the town’s vast proliferation of corn dog vendors! (Fisherman’s Wharf makes Coney Island looks like Palm Beach.)

I kid, it was good times. Great restaurants, breathtaking sights and new-found ambience benefiting from finally clearing up that ubiquitous urine stench on Market Street. That’s what punting Jerry Brown to Oakland Sacto will do for a city!