If the place has a beach it inevitably has some cheesy sunset postcards. And even if the actual sunsets are the vivid Technicolor spectacles depicted in the postcards, the postcards usually cross the line into kitsch. And I still send them. Ironically, San Francisco with its Inner and Outer Sunset neighborhoods and it’s big expanse of Ocean Beach rarely has what you’d call a good sunset. Muted in clouds and fog it’s usually a rather dull event. Only after an air scouring winter rain or when a dome of high pressure holds the smog in place do we really get a sunset worth looking at. Fortunately, we have plenty of other distractions.