Sons Guy and Jason came with me for coffee at a little cafe across Geary Street.  The weather was sunny and warm, near 70%, which would be a "sweltering Indian Summer day in late September or early October.  A fair number of people were on the sidewalk, and we eventually spent a couple of hours people watching and chatting with our neighbors.  One pleasantly garrulous fellow pointed out that small shops along Geary Street were in trouble because of the fall of the Euro.  In other words, many fewer European tourists arrived in Frisco in this past October . . .  or since. Later, Guy told of wild adventures from his youngmanhood, and later went off to Kaiser to renew some of my prescriptions.  

   My fianances are still screwed up, and Guy will be attempting a "mission impossible" to right a situation over the next couple of days.

   In the evening, I listened to more of Guy's stories, and watched the Nevada Caucuses.  One was struck by the steady drumbeat to the effect  that Mitt Romney is now almost unstoppable in attaining the Republican Presidential Nomination, even if he has no more than 90 delegates (possibly fewer) out of the 1,100 who will decide the issue.  The passion of support coming from Ron Paul supporters and the defiance of Newt Gingrich were impressive.  

   Not so impressive was the coverage, both on CNN and Fox, which left the Nevada results never beyond the 43% of the vote counted at a little past 7 p.m.  The second place contest between Gingrich and Paul was still undecided when I sat down to write this blog at a little after 11 p.m, this evening.

  Time will tell. 

  Macresarf1 will write no more this day.