Yesterday I went walking a little after 6 am. There is nothing going on in downtown San Francisco at that hour. Not even cops around.
Today I went walking a little after 4 am. Very different. The weirdos haven’t gone to sleep. The hookers are still wandering around. (Well, I did see one hooker yesterday.) I passed four guys breaking into a van. One of me, four of them, me without a cell phone, so I just kept walking without making eye contact. The guy who’d been walking half a block behind me caught up and wanted to talk about it. I had a flipping encounter group on the perils of urban crime at 4:30 in the morning, for the love of Pete.
After that, no so much with the criminal element, but it made me realize what a pokey place Portland is. And Omaha, for that matter.