Don't Come In, Unkle Pat is Siiiiiiiiiiiick!

Uncle Pat, from the ATL, had a convention down in Monterey this past week, and decided to fly into SFO a day early so he could kick it with Little D and Smoke Dogg. We didn't have a whole lot of time to hang out, but were still able to get a stroll through the Castro, a hike up to Corona Heights, a stopover at the Toronado, a bit of shopping at Upper Playground, a few sausages and steaks on the grill, some cold beersodas down the gullet, a Barry Bonds attempt at 756 & a Spaniard winning Le Tour on the telly, tons of laughs and some quality time kickin' it with Damiano, all in in just over 24 hours. Good times.

Another round of Jr pix are up, covering the month of July and the ongoing saga of the ever changing D.