People keep operating under the collective delusion that the Fourth of July is worth celebrating in the normal way in San Francisco, year after year, even though it is always too foggy to see fireworks.
Hope against hope, they line up on the Embarcadero and around Fisherman's Wharf to see the big show, hours after Karl has rolled in and engulfed all of downtown. And once again last night, they were somewhat disappointed. Sure, you could see some of the spectacle — maybe half? — but most of it looked like this:
Maybe we should just move the holiday to September?