Heading for the Hills Goes Poorly, Nay, Worse

Oh man, I know I said my veal was burning already, but it’s even worse than I thought. I made a break for it today, and when I say “it”, I mean freedom in the truest, most Braveheart sense of the phrase, but it was so much less and worse than I bargained for. I’m not sure I’ll even be able to explain it properly in a single article… Good thing this is our third such piece on the matter. Continue reading Heading for the Hills Goes Poorly, Nay, Worse

San Fran Hills Burn My Tender Veal

I know we’ve been harping on this matter for days. I wrote about it at least a couple times and Dominic said something too, but it’s still as important today as it was when I wrote less about it then. The hills of San Francisco, even in lesser inclined areas, seriously burn my veal… by “veal,” of course, I mean my baby calves… get it? Continue reading San Fran Hills Burn My Tender Veal