which is a trek from everywhere - to find, strangely enough, that the inspection was over & I could sit inside at our meagre table & continue this letter.
Lines, lines, lines - the bane of our existence here. Yesterday was payday - there were two lines stretching more than 5 blocks long - & with the end not in sight. After waiting around for a hour, I gave up & tore my pay chit [?] into pieces. I'll probably be able to get paid on a straggler line in a few days. Anyway, I have enough for a while.
The reason my patience wore out for the pay line is that I was due liberty at 3 p.m. & I didn't want to miss that - I wanted to get away from the base as fast as possible. Of course, I headed for San Francisco right away. Getting to that city is simple enough but takes about two hours - first, a bus to Oakland, and then a so-called train across the bay to the big city. The "train" is really an odd-looking one: actually, a number of trolley cars hooked together & running on tracks