Mom visited this weekend and, while out shopping, I was able to show her how safe it is to live in SF. We passed a lovely, robust lady on our way into Walgreens (Polk @ Broadway) who was in cuffs waiting for a ride to the slammer. Nice! And then while on Market we quickly ducked into Marshall’s to avoid on-foot police in persuit of a light-footed, white, petite male. I told mom it was all “live art” and part of living in the big city…she totally bought it. I haven’t left my apartment since!