We arrived in San Francisco in gale force winds.  The ramp was put in place to descend, the door was opened.  We heard a thump and then the captain appeared and looked out the open door, and said, “Oh, shit.”  A man behind me said, “It is never good when the captain of an airplane says, ‘Oh, shit.'” As it turns out the wind was blowing so strong that it had blown the ramp into the propeller.

We checked into our motel and joined Casey (Lola’s daughter) and Henry (Susan’s former music student) for dinner at the Elephant Bar in Millbrae.  Tomorrow we leave for Paris.

Four old broads in Millbrae.