bison enclosure. It’s in the western end of the park, far from the museums. Parking is plentiful even on weekends.
Yesterday the bison were resting near the fence, gazing impassively at the passers-by. The infrequent Hawaiian visitors were thrilled, snapping away with their cellphone cameras.
One of them said that she remembered my bringing her here 30 years ago. I was buffaloed; it’s an episode that I still do not remember. One symptom that the long decline has begun is telling old tales to the same audiences, thinking that one is recounting them for the first time.
By the way, if you only have a few minutes and happen to be near Golden Gate Park, stop by the bison enclosure....