Matthew told us that there was supposed to be some sort of fan gathering at Jerry Jack's place and we decided to go to it, afterall we'd spent quite a few days in San Francisco and seen nobody. We also arranged with Charlie & Dena Brown to meet them there and then throw ourselves on their mercy for a few hours. To fill in the time before we were due to arrive we went for a ride on the cable car along to Fisherman's Wharf, the ride is probably great fun for a lot of people not used to trams and, if they are used to trams used to the sorts in San Francisco. Even the business of buying tickets from a conductor instead of dropping a quarter in the slot for the driver to inspect would have been unusual. But to the seasoned tram traveller from Melbourne it was nothing much, the steep hills the cable car went up was something but the car looked just like a smaller version of some of the older trams in Melbourne. All of which is not to say that we didn't have a good time on the ride. We didn't venture onto the wharf when we arrived, all the sights leading up to it were enough to give us a very good idea of what we would find. Everything shouted Tourist Trap and I believe we spent mora time looking at the dumb things that tourists could spend their money on than in contemplating doing it ourselves. There were a couple of interesting things that almost tempted me though. One was a machine which would print biblical quotations on coins. The coin had to be a cent because there was, so Matthew said, a law against mutilating anything of more value. 3%en you paid over your money the cent was put into the machina, the young man turned a large wheel and out came the coin flattened with the biblical thingo on it. A lot of people were standing around looking but not too many were interested in having their money squashed. When a couple of friends had returned from America a year or so earlier they had told u.". about San Francisco and mentioned the Human Jukebox, We had remembered this and wondered if we would see it. The last time we'd heard about it it was on Union Square and we hadn't seen it there.so we were delighted to walk around a corner and see it. We didn't feel inclined to spending our money on some- thing so fleeting as a trumpet version of some song so we waited around until somebody else paid up and pressed one of the buttons. The little door at the front opened and the man inside played a short version of "Oh my Papa". Having seen and heard this phenomena we wandered on through an area of people selling various handicraft things on the pavement, some of the work was very fine and we stood for a while watching one man beating spoon handles into very fine rings. Another was trying to sell off a cat, Valma liked the kitten and talked to the man for a while but unfortunately we didn't think we could take the kitten along with us all the way back home. In the distance I heard a trumpet playing. Somebody else had put their money into the Human Jukebox and though the tune was the same as had been played before the person it was played for had obviously spent more because instead of the simple tune there were all sorts of embelishments added and it went much longer. In a courtyard a duo played a guitar and banjo. Quite a crowd was gathered to hear them and we stopped for a couple of numbers as well. They were good but we had to be moving to get out to Jerry Jacks' on time. Another cable car ride took us back into the city proper and then a bus, which was conveniently waiting for us, took us up Market Street and then up Haight Street. My sense of wonder was aroused by driving up a street which had been so famous a few years ago. In New York we had stood on the corner of Bleeker & McDougal Streets which had meant something to the others but meant nothing to me. As we moved up Haight Street the feeling was different. The street went on and on and I almost missed the intersection with Ashbury Street. As we 75