We went to San Francisco this past weekend for the Alternative Press Expo. Highlights of the expo included seeing Liz, a gradeschool friend, and meeting her family as well as getting autographs from Keith Knight and Leanne Franson. Cindy’s take on our debut as comic book vendors: “We couldn’t sell a box of girl scout cookies between us…thin mints even.”
On the upside, we stayed near the Ferry Building, which should not be missed. Since we were still on Central Standard Time, meaning up at 5am, we had plenty of time to go to market. I was so right about produce being the staff of life, but this market reminded me that I’d also have to hold flowers in that same esteem. And maybe bread.
Dogs aren’t allowed to walk through the market, so, while I waited for Cindy to return from getting more oranges, I hung out at the designated dog waiting bench. I met Honey, the three legged dog. Her owner said she was left on the doorstep of a shelter a few months after whatever incident took her right rear leg and several toes of her left rear leg. Someone had paid for her recovery but didn’t want to keep her. He said he keeps watching her closely to see what she will be skiddish near – car traffic, bikers – whatever may have caused her injuries. But she’s not telling.