Macy's Flower Show
Every year, on the weekends surrounding Easter, San Francisco hosts the marriage of flora and commerce. I'd never seen it before. But, once our teams were out of contention, the NCAA Men's Basketball March Madness held less interest for me than it has in years past. I left the boys and set out on an adventure. I took a cab to Jackson Square and visited with my favorite vintage poster-meister before heading to Union Square for some retail therapy. I strolled through Ferragamo and admired wildly expensive purses and blouses and shoes... oh, the shoes.... and then I looked up and saw this through Macy's front window. The unrelieved starkness of Big Cuter's Tenderloin neighborhood left me hungry for growing things. With no intention of spending a dime, I walked around the first floor, drooling. Where was the elevator? Beneath the turquoise faux-stained glass, beneath the azaleas. The usual downtown mega-store noise was d...