‘The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in . . .!”Stop! Don’t say it! Don’t quote what Mark Twain said about San Francisco’s foggy summers. It’s what goose-bumped tourists groaned while fleeing to Fisherman’s Wharf to buy a fleecy (in every sense) Giants sweatshirt. Even Pope John Paul II complained. On his September 1987 visit, he zipped past Geary’s Irish pubs in the Popemobile at 65 mph, pausing only for spicy Hot and Sour Cambodian takeaway. Then he fled (the gay protesters, maybe?) Fact is, nobody’s quoting Twain now. Fires have been raging. Upstate and down: the Valley, Butte, Rough, Shasta-Trinity and Happy Camp blaze. Thirsty wildlife wandered everywhere. Two bears were found...
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