Today, while on HWY 1 on the way to Bolinas, just before Stinson, I was coming around the corner, a sharp corner, and there was a man in a bright red robe and leather boots, the hood of the robe over his head, back packs on his back. He stuck out his thumb and I stopped. He said he was on his way to the North Pole to help Santa. He called me Sir. He seemed like he was in his twenties. His cheeks were full. I drove him to Bolinas and we went our separate ways.