* * * * The damp breeze-driven fog glides over my body, making me shiver as I zip up the windbreaker and pull down my ball cap snugly. I continue to saunter through its moving, gray mass for I am in no real hurry. I’m told this is Advection Fog , which forms when humid air from the Pacific Ocean swoops across the frigid California current flowing parallel to the coast; that’s why it tends to hug the surface. After leaving the O’Farrell Theater I had dashed into the deli just as they were closing, snagged a pint of Jim Beam, then re-crossed the street and hired one of the taxis sitting in front of the strip club. Later I had the cabby drop me off at Merchant Road just before the Shoreline Highway turn off. Cross...