52. My dogs are barking

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Sunday

I've always hated that phrase (from Death of a Salesman, I think), but it comes to me every time I walk out of Golden Gate Park the final night of HSB. Until then, my feet hadn't been bothering me, but once I stopped working I was ready to be home and sitting down -- unfortunately Muni had other ideas and it was a slow three bus rides home.

For the first time ever I took pictures! Here's a view of Arrow stage from the platform between the compost and recycling dumpsters,



 And here is the compost dumpster mid-day,

And here is the recycling dumpster at the same time,

Two photos of the Banjo stage during Emmylou Harris's set with the sun starting to go down,

This second shot shows part of the trash station I'm "monitoring",

And a final shot looking back toward Arrow stage,

This is the smallest crowd I've ever seen at Banjo for the final set on Sunday. Normally it's packed. There was a forecast of rain which turned out to be a light sprinkling that lasted about 30 seconds before Noon. The afternoon was as beautiful as the two previous days, but the people didn't come out. 

Another possible reason is that the park had been shut down (I heard) at one point on Saturday when the crowd was believed to reach 300,000 people. Maybe people were avoiding the mob -- though it has been more crowded numerous times. 

The work

All day our work was much lighter than expected. I managed to get an assistant for the final vendor cleanup after the concert. Ryan was a big help but we still didn't quite finish as the vendors were still breaking down at 9:30 when we ran out of bags and energy. Still, it's amazing how much we sorted and bagged and marked for the haulers. I achieved pretty much everything I hoped for -- though Saturday was more satisfying than Sunday. Now, technically speaking, it is Monday, and I really need to get some sleep. 

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