That pamphlet is great!!!
Being a New Yorker out here, I can tell you Mark Twain knew what the heck he was talking about when he described the cold of San Francisco summers. The funniest thing in the world was the first time I went to see the Fourth of July fireworks in SF. I was in shorts and a tank top (Because it's July 4th, for cripes sake!! It should be hot, hot, hot!!!) and noticed everyone else gathered around me was in what could only be described as winter clothes, like parkas, gloves, hats and things. The stuff you would pack for a ski trip to upstate NY or Vermont. Huh?? Am I missing something?? (Side note: the fireworks for some reason were very low in the sky, like stupidly so. Apparently, it was because of the low-lying fog and whatnot? If there was a two-story building nearby, you wouldn't have been able to see anything. LOL. Well, night began to fall and the beautiful, cloudless day turned into what Jack Nicholson experienced at the end of 'The Shining.' I was like, "What in high f_ck is going on here????!!!!!!" People clustered together like hobos, trying to find some warmth, and me standing there like an ad for an Old Navy summer sale. So, yes, SF gets frickin' cold. We ran to the BART station as fast as we could!!!!
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