On where to find gluten-free food at AT&T Park, and love
Not too cold, but not exactly warm either. It's been a beautiful Spring, rain and all. Hedgehog and I are huddled together in the upper deck, facing the bay, and there is that classic late-inning blizzard of seagulls going on around us. Really, it looks like it's snowing big white bird-shaped flakes, aglow in the stadium lights. The game and the greasy garlic fries have long since lost our interest, but this is something. It feels like we are on a first date. There's a big orange moon rising up over the water, attended by wisps of clouds. A plane flies in front of it. Its lights go: blink.