Saturday
I walked up to Sutro Tower and back in the afternoon. It's really big! I remembered writing a poem in college about an antenna; it was a sad poem and I wish I still had a copy. (It might be on that hard drive over there, if I could recover it.)
Sutro Tower is always bigger than you think, or always further away than it looks. It's the tallest structure in San Francisco, and visible from more places than any other -- for example, you can see it at any time of day from my bedroom window, and probably from tens of thousands of other bedroom windows in the City.
I brought back a stick, like a walking stick, from a dead branch of a tree that grows right by Sutro Tower, perhaps in its shadow. The branch is unusually lightweight, like bamboo or balsa wood -- closer in appearance to bamboo.
