Sausalito

The skies were grey, the temperature was cool, and a fine mist was drizzling down the day (several years ago now) I took a ferry from San Francisco’s Pier 39 to Sausalito for a couple hours of sightseeing. Here is the sign that greeted me as I stepped from the dock onto the street:

Most of what I remember about that day is the cold and damp which must have put the cholesterol police in hiding, because we ate New England-style clam chowder with sourdough rolls and butter and drank strong hot coffee with real cream.

The sign made me smile, and I thought it quaint, but in retrospect was portentous. In January of this year that the use of trans fats has been legally banned from California restaurants, and a small town with a cholesterol-free zone seems so  . . . last millennium.