Tales & Trails of a Traveling Wiseguy

In my brief stint in SoMa in the mid 2000s, I found that driving was possible. Not fun, mind you, but possible. Parking was expensive, of course. Most of the time I hopped on Cal Train, as the office was about a five minute walk from the end of the line there.

Even so, the commute was just murder on me. (Not to mention the employer was a s**t-show.)