Aim high

Ah San Francisco, where the skies are a little but foggier, the homeless are a little bit kookier, and my heart is a little bit happier.

Today I passed a man sleeping on the sidewalk. He had holes in his shoes, tangles in his long beard and dirt caked on his face. Above him, he'd taped a cardboard sign on which he had written in thick black marker: "Will work 4 $120K/year."

It's good to be home.