Hilly Town Makes Kids in Strollers Happy to be Pushed

We’ve been on vacation now for what feels like forever, but for the first time in my life I’m grateful that I’m being toted about in a stroller like a second-class citizen or paraplegic. Normally I regret this sort of treatment, because, let’s face it, I’d rather walk myself around however slowly I may do it, but with all these silly hills around, I’m just glad I’m being pushed. Continue reading Hilly Town Makes Kids in Strollers Happy to be Pushed

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