Fred the Fog
Moving to San Francisco 18 months ago I found myself asking people what they called the fog. Most people simply responded with “why do you have to call it something?” I have to call it something because I like nick-names. Yeah, me and George W., we both like giving nick names. Names like Tobbie, Chav, Poopers, Nyahh, Betz, Yaaaaay, M, Snoops, Skittles, et al. If you know me and if I love you then you’ve got a nick name. So what about this fog?
After a night walking around the Mission in the fog my wife and I finally figured out a name. Fred. Fred the Fog. I’m wondering if I couldn’t turn that into a children’s book somehow. There would be chapters like “Tourist Popsicle”, “Summer Sweaters” and “60F Here, 90F There”. They must sell more sweaters at Fisherman’s Wharf than they do at all the Bay Area Banana Republics combined because of Fred. Fred – the engine of summer commerce.
Right, enough of that, just know that if you come here in the summer bring a fleece and be ready for Fred.