It’s grand living in San Francisco, but I miss America. You know–warm summer nights, near-universal acceptance of circumcision, obesity and the fantastic food that makes it possible. I’ll miss this weird little peninsula but it’s time to roam. So aside from a couple of dispatches in Virginia and Isreal, I’m taking a little break from SF Republic to focus on other writing and get my head in the game and gear up for an extravagant September return.

Peace out, fog creatures.