— Mark Weiss saw a Palo Alto motorcycle cop with a framed license plate: “I know I know the light was yellow.”

Garchik is now two for seventy-six or so in terms of printing things I suggest to her, a much lower rate than for my neighbor Janice Hough.

edit to add, subtract and calculate: I think it is more like 5-for-31, which I got my scrolling through my email morgue. Although I also sometimes reach her or her machine by phone, so who knows. I can be an obsessive and make a list of things she chose not to write about, pasted in from emails. For the record, I was mentioned in Herb Caen once; cannot recall why. It may haver merely been that I was objecting to something he wrote about the other Mark Weiss. But I met Herb twice, and he signed an autograph on a detachable part of my Underwood: “from my Royal, to your Underwood. Herb Caen.”

Christina Cohen wrote me to say she saw the item.

which kinda reminds me that I sent a note to Garchik about her son and called it “jacobs adder”, but more that I had clipped a vintage Herb Caen column from the April 22, 2012 Chron (actually from October, 1969) but then my girlfriend just “Yesterday” threw it away, along with 112 other clippings and numerous less-processed newspapers; the Caen item was praising The Beatles’ “Abbey Road”.

I started to also note that the same Garchik column above also mentions Warren Hellman, my cousin Lisa Pritzker — although it is spelled “pritzger” –and Ron Turner who people were talking about at the SF Art Show, artMRKT, at Phoenix Hotel. I don’t know Turner but I know his Last Gasp.