Adieu, Emeryville

As we mentioned earlier, Emeryville was fine, but only a temporary home while we found a place in San Francisco that could fit all of our books and Karen's kitchen equipment.

We will miss the public art around the old neighborhood. Although . . .  we never showed you the back side of our earlier post. You thought the front was creepy? Well, look out:

A little creepier, eh? Well, let's pull out for the full context.

Yikes! But the worst one for me was the father and son:

I don't know if it's the tie looking like his ribs, or the child's over sized hands, but it's all a little disturbing. Anyhow, we're still unpacking and settling into our new digs, but we'll post some photos of the new place soon. (Hint: There's a lot of wood paneling, A LOT.)