I’m packing as much baseball in to my Spring Training assignment as I can, so I left early this morning in order to catch an 12p start for the A’s. 101 was as empty as I can remember coming in to the city. I hit every green light on 19th Ave. Long term parking was a breeze and check-in was quick and easy. The terminal is quiet and I have not heard the loud speaker repeat the unattended baggage slogan.
I’m pretty sure the voice is sleeping.
The recession rolls on: One banana and orange juice at SFO. Seven dollars.
It’s the best banana I’ve ever eaten!