Praise is a nice girl that I met on the street. She and her friends had the expressions of people who were lost. I have a fairly good working knowledge of San Francisco; I felt like I might be of assistance so I took it upon myself to ask them what they were looking for.
Her and her two friends had finished attending church for the day and were not in fact lost but rather looking for a place to eat. I almost passed out with excitement. It was all I could do not to throw them over my shoulder and carry them but with a little restraint on my part and a little trust and faith on their part we genteelly walked the two or three blocks to Ike’s Place where I deposited them safely in line after a quick photo op.