Like I said in my last entry, I've been in San Fran all week. Last night, Friday, I headed out for one of my favorite regular joints, the Daily Grill, just off Union Square. I'm staying on the other side of the square, right atop the Stockton Tunnel. The square's packed this Friday night in a sea of crimson & gold: USC is up for today's game with the Cal Bears. I mean: USC is up. There are thousands of people -- everywhere. I admire those students for their carefree attitude, clearly obvious and all around. Enjoy it, kids. You'll have plenty of time to grind through the reality of life and know evil. Get it while you can. Because of the crowd, I had to sip my Maker's Mark Manhattan (up, of course) while standing. But I scoped out a few seats at the bar and one opened up soon enough. Wasn't long before I found myself chatting with a 60ish gentleman and his wife. Brits, they are, on holiday. He's a retired British Army Officer (I was a US Navy Officer), then a cop for a time. He was proud to tell me that he was a cop...