I've been trying to avoid the checklists of vacations. The "36 hours in XYZ" approach to a new city that feels so intrinsic to how I've approached traveling in the past. I landed in San Francisco late on Thursday evening (Halloween 🎃) without a semblance of a plan for the next 6 or so days. My great-aunt lives about an hour outside of the city in Concord, so I took the BART directly from the airport on the Antioch line straight to her. I always forget the specific layout of her home; the ways that the rooms flow into one another and how the backyard unfolds into the valley. I had barely walked in with two unruly bags of clothes before I heard "Conor what's your guess?" Kathy (the homeowner since 1984) asks me before I can put my bags down."How many trick or treater's do you think we're getting tonight? We've been tallying them every year since 2003." It was around 7:30pm; that sweet spot where only a few groups of kids were begin...