It was a dark and stormy night. If this had been January, that would not have been my, or anyone's, lead sentence. But this was early September, the time when San Franciscans traditionally throw off their summer-long fog and bask in sunshine they will not know again until April or possibly May. What made the evening in question doubly sinister (the only adjective that seems appropriate) was thunder and lightning, the likes of which we have not seen hereabouts since the Bush administration. The lightning illuminated the sky in great sheets while droplets of warm precipitation splattered windshields and fire hydrants at irregular intervals. Obviously, something -- meteorologically, metaphysically, metabolically... More >>>