Just a pointer on kids and clothes. Not about your kids per se, what you do with your kids is your and their business, but more about kids in general. Please, let them where what they wanna wear, and keep your comments to yourself. Fortunately, the gang here hasn’t ever been hassled about their clothes. Their shoestrings on more than one occasion, but so far, not their clothes. (Which isn’t to say I haven’t been regaled with the ‘your baby’s too warm/cold/temperate’ nonsense, because I have, but the kids haven’t.) The fact that the gang have not been hit up about their clothes is somewhat amazing. Given that they wear a combination of all their available clothes including the clothes I wore as a kid—apparently my dad’s a bit of a clothes archivist, who knew?—the kids here on any given day look very much like Tyler Durden curated their ensemble. Still, while we get the occasional wide-eyed look from folks on the sidewalks of San Francisco—to be fair, highly stoned folks—we’