The JDH blog spotted me in my Occupy attire around Fisherman's Wharf the other day:
"It’s a beautiful day, probably 70 degrees, with a very mild breeze. I stroll down the Embarcadero towards Fisherman’s Wharf--where the smell of tourists replaced the smell of fish long ago--looking for a bathroom. On the way, I run into an “Only in San Francisco” character--Occupy Guy. Actually, I hear him first, because disco grooves come bouncing out of his backpack."