Sunday. An overcast morning, but up at six, breakfast at seven at the usual place, parked in downtown Oakland to be on the first BART train at eight, standing in front of San Francisco City Hall by eight-thirty. Evidently the parade did not start at ten-thirty as I thought, but it was the right place on the right day and people began to show up in costume. Four hours of shooting, one or two good pictures (I hope they turn out), a burger at Burger King because I was really hungry, then back to Oakland by twelve-thirty, a couple of hours at the office because it was necessary, home by two-thirty, muscles aching (after four hours of lugging the cameras around), the head in pretty good shape. These last three days have been pretty good. Pretty good is pretty good, here in Oakland.
I did buy a sleeping bag on Saturday, a sleeping pad, a blanket made in China (by small children working twenty hours a day so I can keep my feet warm), two batteries for the flashlight and a red and white cooler for bottled water, wine and whatever else comes to mind. I remembered, first seeing it in the store, we'd bought a similar cooler for my one trip to Laguna Seca while driving down many years ago. I probably need to buy some of those cans you put in the freezer. My assumption is I'll eat whatever they're selling at the track. Every now and then you have to give your inner self another coat of cholesterol. Am I ready for Laguna Seca? Almost.