Even for downtown SF, this guy was a little beyond.
This morning, a largely naked man was belting out the Star Spangled Banner while pacing back and forth on the street. In between stanzas, he would tend to his collection of shoes on the curb and re-arrange leaflets that were standing up in the shoes.
He didn’t appear to be panhandling anyone, and buskers tend to confine themselves to the concourse level at the subway stations. It’s also damp and chilly with a fog that’s dense enough at times to make you think it’s raining. And did I mention he was wearing nothing more than what appeared to be a Speedo? So, I think this is a bona fide wierdo. 
On the scary side, somebody left a large old battered and tattered canvas on plywood suitcase by my apartment building. The scary part is that, just as I’d gotten about 15 feet and around a hedge from it, no fewer than six of SF’s finest were on the grounds and appearing to be on a quest. I asked if they were looking for a suitcase, and they said “Yes!” so I told them it was behind that hedge. Not wanting to be around when the bomb squad arrived, I went down the block to catch my bus and saw two more officers arrive before my bus appeared. :eek:
