Is It Ever Really Foggy?

It's spring now, but in San Francisco that doesn't mean the same thing that it does to baseball fans in Arizona or snow-packed folks back east. We don't have seasons. Today started foggy and quickly transformed into a gorgeous, sunny day. And yet I can still hear the foghorn.

Occasionally, I miss winter and summer, but I can get to it easily if I want. That's the beauty of living in San Francisco. With the right attitude, it's never really foggy. We just have to tune-out the foghorn.