When we were coming into San Francisco in the taxi from the airport, I saw little boxy houses on a hillside and it made me think of that song (in the title). I said to Tim, “I wonder if this is what the song was written about?” but I didn’t tell him what song, and he didn’t have the same Encarta CD as we did when we were younger, so he probably didn’t know what I was talking about.
Anyways, I was just looking at a page that had songs about San Francisco, and that was one of the songs in the list! I rule. Plus that guy is really good at describing things. Little boxes on the hillside made of ticky-tacky! Genius. That’s exactly what they are. All the hills here look like fake backdrops for a movie, with the houses and stuff… they just look like they are painted onto a big sheet. It’s weird, it’s like they lack depth and dimension until you get right up close, and I’m not at all sure what it is that causes them to look like that.