Listened to two baseball games on the
radio on the train—first, in Cleveland, then in Miami—Cleveland
lost the first, won the second. Most annoying train ride I ever had,
but still have a good feeling about the train, overall—really
beautiful scenery, especially in Colorado in the daytime, and then
Nevada and California the next day. Train arrived in San Francisco an
hour late, in the evening, and I walked to the hotel. Actually, the
train arrived in Emeryville and people going to SF take a bus to SF,
Ferry Terminal. People were calling cabs, but cabs coming said it
would be an hour! Saturday night, I guess. So I walked instead. It
turned out not to be so hard, walking up Market Street—my stuff was
heavy, but not unbearable. Then I turned on Eddy Street, where the
hotel is—and that street turned into kind of a scary urban
environment, kind of poor and run down, people hanging out
everywhere, and I felt kind of vulnerable carrying such big bags.
Some guy asked me if I wanted to buy some Ensure. Finally I
got there, to the hotel, a welcome sight.
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