2.11.2026

JFK Promenade is a street that runs through Golden Gate Park. Most of it is closed to traffic. This means you can walk or ride or skate or hop or army crawl or zipline your way down the middle with the park on both sides and other folks doing the same kinds of things and be reasonably unafraid of getting plowed into by a car.

Not that it can't happen, it's just not supposed to.

You could also, if you have the means, use a humpback whale as a conveyance though it would be hard on the whale as the street is generally not flooded to a depth an aquatic mammal of that size requires to flex its flukes.

I had a girlfriend a long time ago, a poet who made reality television shows, who was obsessed with them. A cetaphile, I guess, but she loved me too, for a few months anyway. On the ocean once, she told me, a humpback surfaced and locked on her human-sized blue eyes with its big whale one. It saw me, she said. They shared a moment.

In another version of the universe that's us up there, me with my dog head and her hanging onto my fit torso with her bunny ears alert for threats or music. The whale is small enough for us to ride it comfortably or, I suppose, we're large enough that it all works out. Look I don't make the rules.