Our San Francisco next-door neighbor—the hippie taxidermist— is featured on the cover of today's "Datebook" section in the San Francisco Chronicle.
She is an awfully nice person, but the shit hanging in her front entry (a giant, stuffed rat hanging by its tail and a giant, furry spider) used to scare the bejeezus out of Bunny and Wallie. Wallie used to try to walk down the front steps our house with her hands covering her face, and as we approached our house (as the girls are doing in the picture up top, we lived left, neighbor lived right) she would burst into tears and scream her head off until we were inside. Every time.
Still, interesting article. Only in San Francisco. Or, maybe not.