It appears that in the 2.5years since I was last in SanFrancisco the F line tram from Market up to Castor has become overrun with the multitude of crazies who have frequented various parts of the city. Luckily they have a mask wearing policy as the stench hangs in the air like the odour of a recently rediscovered hermit rescued from a life of solitude in a Himalayan cave. I’m all for free living but for the love of Jehovah give them somewhere to wash themselves.