If you've lived in San Francisco for awhile, nothing surprises you or you can see anything. I've simply learned to just smile. Let's face it, in our town, the bizarre is normal and we love it. And, I thought I was merely seeing something like the unusual this week when I stopped at a light at Diversadero and Geary. I called DIV, Rose's street, as the Infusion Center at UC, Mount Zion is in the second block. Anyway, coming down the street is this rather large African American lady in a wheelchair with this bright audacious pink wig. We immediately recognized each other and I doubled parked and we had a good hug. I knew her from the Infusion Center as she always wore a different wig and we always had this lively repartee. Her first comment," I've been missing you and Rose". Not unusual as all don't land on the same days for treatment and it is not unusual to go a few months and not see each other. And, when you do, it is like old home week--friends who haven't seen each other for a while and when you do connect, you are right back where you have always been. A great fraternity or sorority. "Rose transitioned," I said. We chatted a moment as the cars were blowing their horns. Tears ran down her face, "I thought Rose would last forever," she said. "Me too," I thought as I got back in the car and promised to sent her a bulletin from Rose's services. I'm always grateful for such experiences. Rose is probably smiling right now at the encounter.