Sometimes, in San Francisco, a band will appear out of nowhere and play for an hour or two under somebody's eave, or on a corner. No rhyme, no reason, just because. This particular band played jazz for commuters on their way home that night.

Last Friday afternoon, the guys from work and I went for one of our infrequent lunch trips offsite because our PM is leaving for another project in a few weeks, and it's tradition to take the outgoing folks out for lunch sometime before their last day. After some discussion about who liked what, what was within comfortable driving distance, and what kind of transportation was available to us (thank you again to A-, whose minivan carried most of us at the same time). We eventually decided to go out for barbecue at Red, Hot, and Blue BBQ in Alexandria (6482 …