Our last day in San Francisco (last Sunday) we started off on the F line (vintage electric trolleys) and rode around to pier 39. Our car was from Millan, Italy and very nifty looking. Pier 39 was way more fun than I had expected. Yes we saw the sea lions. The shopping was cool and we bought a couple of hand colored prints of victorian houses and had them shipped home. They are supposed to arrive on Monday. We finished our souvenir shopping, got some photos of Alcatraz Island, saw some spectacular photos in an exhibit by Rodney Lough, who happened to be there and who talked with me about photography for awhile. It was hard not to purchase one of his $1000 photographs, but Mrs. G dragged me away. He may be opening a store in Perimeter Mall, in which case, the temptation will renew itself soon.

In the afternoon we decided to climb telegraph hill. We attacked it ferociously and soon were at the top. It must be 3 to 4 hundred stairs to the top. Whew. The wait to for the elevator to the top of the Coit Tower looked to be more than an hour and we passed on that. Then of course we had to come back down. We had dinner at Max's on the Square (Union Square), which turned out to be a good choice. The food was good. Then we went back to the Chancellor to repack all our stuff to get ready for the flight home on Monday. The airport was reasonable to negotiate and the flight was pleasant, though long. We lost three hours coming back and even though the week has passed, I'm still a bit jet lagged.

Today Carter and Kent came down for lunch and I cooked out burgers. We looked at many of the 500 photos I took on the trip.

Peachtree City was ranked by Money Magazine as the 8th best place to live in the United States. Wow. And I live there.