Fine Fogust Finds

“The number of foggy days over the city is never reported, reportedly. But take it from me— there’s enough to satisfy everyone, and dissatisfy somebody.”— Herb Caen
One of San Francisco’s great joys is that while the rest of the country (and most of the world) is baking, we are out and about wearing our Patagonia puffers. Yes, there is warmth and sunshine, but it is so fleeting that San Franciscans appreciate nature’s generosity.
I, for one, am delighted by the many shades of fog. There is the May Grey. June Gloom! No Sky July! And then there is the Fogust — the best of them lot.
Given the rapidity with which our planet’s climate is changing, not necessarily for the better, I am grateful for the familiarity of our un-seasons and the cold cocoon of the fog. Many friends grumble about the cold and gray — but not me. It is
















