Bebo, Ron and I go for lunch at the University Club of San Francisco. Bebo is a member so we less distinguished folks can get in.

Early 20th Century building downtown on Powell. Inside it is brown leather and old wood. I think they took London gentleman’s clubs as models. Great balcony outside the dining room that overlooks downtown San Francisco. We drink margaritas in the warm sun.

It is wonderful. Sit in sun listening to the cable cars clattering by on Powell down below.

Sip perfect margaritas while swapping ‘Old Timer’ stories. Lots of jollity.

We go inside to dine. Stiff white tablecloths, heavy cutlery.

We drink more margaritas and water. We linger at the table.

Thanks for the invite Bebo!