111 Salt spray on high surf

Only God knows why the gods conspired to have “Pipeline” enter the mind of the Sourpuss Ninja a moment before it played on the Plip Plop Coffe Shop’s sound system. The Strollin’ Bluegrass Band, at the matriarch’s nod, segued into heavy rumble that identifies the song from the beginning. Acoustic notes matched The Chantays’ electric notes piping from the cafe’s overhead speakers.
It was a soundtrack for the other baby’s arcing projectile spew.
The six High Renaissance Graces of San Francisco – from the successful Coit Tower tutelage – rocked.

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