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Peter! Peter! I Can See My House from Here.

Our friends G. & C. took us for a little sightseeing ride over the weekend, after a delicious brunch at Zuni.

We drove up to Twin Peaks to check out the view. It was a gorgeous day, very clear and we could see forever. I'd download a picture, but I don't have the cable handy. Trust me, it was pretty.

"So where do you live down there?" I asked.

"See the big rainbow flag on Castro?"

"Mm hmm."

"See the Safeway down the street?"

"Yup."

"See that red church to the left?"

"Uh huh."

"Okay, go over a couple blocks more to the left ..."

"You mean where that big fire is?"

"Oh. My. God. Yup, right about there. Honey, did you leave the oven on?"

We tossed 50 (real quarters, not that 2-bit hip hop hoodlum) into the telescope to get a closer inspection and make sure our friends had a place to sleep that night. Turns out the blaze was a couple blocks away, but it was a doozie. Lots of firemen on the surrounding roofs; smoke and sirens galore.

We took a few pictures, proceeded down to the Safeway, bought some graham crackers, marshmallows and Hershey Bars and had some lovely s'mores for desert.