If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
Walking is the best possible exercise. Habituate yourself to walk very far.
I don't like composers who think. It gets in the way of their plagiarism.
In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.
We rocked to a stop still on a downslope.
Go often to the house of thy friend; for weeds soon choke up the unused path.
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.