May 18, 2010
Jun 23, 2010
All went well at the SF airport. I found a nice little bookstore right next to my departure gate where I spent a few enjoyable hours sitting on the floor reading through a half a dozen or so books. I actually didn't buy a thing, just found a nice bit of floorspace inside the limits of the store, sat down, and read. These hours were spent rather eclectically as my reading selections included a travel tip book, a London travel guide, a fifty years of Playboy photo compilation, an avant-garde Japanese photography book, and a toilet book all about going number two.