Thanksgiving this year was on one of those warm, sunny winter days that would make you want to move to California if you didn't live here already.
I walked to San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf to buy some fresh cracked crab but they were selling it at twice the price of local groceries so I didn't bother...
...but people watched the mostly foreign tourists instead...
...along with locals out walking their dogs.
Later we saw an elderly gentleman who so enjoyed his Thanksgiving dinner at House of Prime Rib that he left in an ambulance...
...near a billboard that promised to sculpt and freeze all your holiday fat away.
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