What was good about that special French-press moment

I just had that special French press moment. I was greedy. I’d enjoyed my morning coffee—lovingly prepared by the lovely V—so much, I just had to take that last sip, the one full of grounds and sludge. 

But there was something good in the moment: I was reading this column by the Bay Area’s own Jon Carroll, the best part of San Francisco’s otherwise disappointing newspaper scene. Once again, Jon says what needs to be said much better than just about everyone else who’s been trying lately, this time on the subject of gay and lesbian adoptions and the bigots who apparently think bigger orphanages would be a good thing.