A month ago I was unacquainted with The Beard, and I thought The Machine was kept in the basement. But that didn't stop us from joining in the tickertape celebration of the Giants' first World Series win since the 50s.
Ira and I sprinted up the hill and caught the Number Five as soon as we could hop out of bed and get dressed. Our first taste of Orange Crush was when we climbed on the bus...we got the last two seats, even though 21st Avenue is near the beginning of the route.
In another stroke of luck we got the last two chairs in the balcony level of Boudin's Bakery. Located at the intersection of Montgomery and Market, our seats were level with the pigeon perch and perfect for hanging out and snapping pictures. Along with everyone else we cheered, sipped cafe au laits, and tore into loaves of sourdough while the crowd below us grew.
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