Go East Old Man!

Last Japanese food for a few months

I stumble towards the U.S. Immigration Officer. Will they send me to jail in Nicaragua?

“Hey Sir, your Green Card is going to expire soon”

” I don’t think so, it’s good until May 2026.”

“Nope, sorry but it’s May 2025. You better get to work on that. “

Wow! Thanks for letting me know.”

No problem Sir, welcome home.”

All that anxiety for nothing. The Immigration people were as friendly and helpful as can be. I blame the tabloid media.

The house, all restored and pretty.

I wake very early and hike up to the Pork Store on Haight. I make it in one go without sitting down for a rest.

Not Japan

I cross the road to Gus’ wonderful local grocery store.

Huge choice of vegetables.
Huge choice of meat
On the way home I stagger through Panhandle park. This is just outside my front door.

I immediately fill the bird feeder and my friends flock to welcome me back.

Oregon Junco
Pygmy Nuthatch

I am just back from the Pork Store on my second morning.

Hilarious cowgirl waitresses
Myrtle’s Egg Benedict. There is a layer of thick Mexican ground beef between the eggs and the muffins. You don’t hear the name Myrtle much.

I will have to stop going to The Pork Store for breakfast. Too much food. I feel like going straight back to bed.

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