Paintings by Christopher Clark - the first one is a perfect depiction of how I remember my first several cable car rides.
My first semester of law school took a pretty serious toll on my complexion, and after a few weeks I had scheduled an appointment with a dermatologist near Union Square. I had to visit once a month for checkups, and then be across the city for my 9:00 am classes. While I don’t miss the acne, or having them steal my blood (to monitor liver function, etc.), I do miss the early-morning cable car. I would arrive just as the sun was rising, and spend ten minutes riding through San Francisco, just me and the cable car conductors. And I don’t care how touristy or slow or kitchy they are, I love them. They remind me of what it felt like to move here, and I feel so unspeakably lucky to be in such a beautiful place.