Hot nights in San Francisco make people a little crazy. More scarce than meteor showers, they fill me—a native New Englander—with a mix ture of nostalgia and urgency. Today, rising evening temperatures might mean taking a stroll and enduring the line at Bi-Rite Creamery. But in my 20s, they meant going shirtless around town.
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