I was once on Lombard Street in San Francisco. I walked up it. Seemed like I walked up every hill and took the bus down the other side. There were no naked people. I never see any naked people. I keep looking. My brother has seen naked people. He saw people having sex behind the bus bench on the side of the street near where Logan splits off of the Disraeli Freeway. This was in Winnipeg, back in the 70's. It was a wild town back then. That freeway is only one mile long. There are two bridges as part of it. One over the Red River and the other over some buildings and rail lines. A truck broke part of it last year. I never saw that accident. My mother told me about it. It got fixed. It's an ugly freeway. I found a small picture out on the internet. I don't know if I have any myself. I doubt it. That picture makes it look better than it is. Oh, wait. I had a thought and went and looked. It turns out that I do have a couple of pictures of the area. These are back from 2001. It was the last time I took a bunch of pictures when I went back to Winnipeg. Sometimes taking pictures is hard. Here's one looking down the freeway. I was riding with Mike and Susan. We were coming back from a visit to Brian and Annette's place out near Lockport. I didn't think it was 6 years. Luckily I suppress the passage of time. I'd feel worse if I didn't. The other picture is of the bus stop. That's a new bench, I think, and I believe it was turned 90 degrees to face the street thirty years ago. Wild town. Filled with naked people. I'm just not seein' any. Especially from Minneapolis. Mind you I never see any naked people here. One of the guys at work said he saw people having sex in the woods but he had to use binoculars. I know a guy who saw some farm guy pushing a cow. At least that's what they thought he was doing. I wonder what happened to that farm guy. I bet the cow got eaten.