The other day, I was sitting with a few people real close to Dolores St. when a pair of gray-haired tourists wearing windbreakers walked up to us:

“Excuse me, is this some sort of festival?”

“Naw, this is just a park”

(Looking in horror at the expanse of people, beers and stereos) “Really, this is what people do in parks out here?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

As you can imagine, some guidebook had mentioned that the view atop of the park was worth checking out, but they were they blindsided by the festival that we all go to every weekend even though the setlist kind of sucks.

Later, I was recalling this interaction with a friend who lives outside the Mission but often is found on Tallboy Terrace and he asked, without the slightest hint of jest, “What view?”