While heading off to the dry cleaners yesterday afternoon, a man in a cast and on crutches was loudly making street deals for his "oxy."  He seemed quite excited to have some product to sell, never mind he couldn't do more than hobble around.

On my way down the street this morning, I was greeted by any number of my fellow citizens.  One, who was walking and rolling something, told me that it was like starting his day with a cup of Folger's Coffee - imagine that.  I didn't know marijuana was already legal in Oakland, but I did just move here recently.

And then of course, there are the poor lost souls who can barely form words, telling you all sorts of things.

But in a nanosecond, hope arises when you see a mother with her brood of clean and well mannered children walking off on some errand.

So, you just never know.  On my way this afternoon we passed another demonstration on 20th street.  Not really sure what that one was for, but surely someone has done something wrong.  Sounds like a good country & western tune or who knows, maybe a rap tune.  I'll wait to hear.