Camp Howdy

I'm phreakin speechless . . . . what the HAYALL is this thing and can it be eaten and que'd or smoked.

EAST Palo Alto? Something I'd expect the matrons of Bernal Heights to walk when they ain't changing batteries in their matronly toys . . . (Herb Caen, he usta rag on the matrons of Bernal Heights, about their vibrators. Ok, ain't funny if I gotta 'splain it, my bad).

I miss Herb. N his fog, too, 'kin mid 90's n 100's summer in this godforsaken . . . you know.