t is 3:13 p.m. on Friday. I'm sitting on the steps of my apartment complex in Point Loma waiting for my taxi to the airport.
I'm catching a 4:40 p.m. flight to San Francisco and some time tonight I'll be having dinner with my fiancée Rose at her house in Fairfield, midway between SF and Sacramento. But before then, I will have covered most of the transportation spectrum. The cab leads me to the plane which leads me to San Francisco's BART which leads me to Amtrak which dumps me off in Suisun and the passenger seat of her Ford hybrid.