Fog reminds one of what? First off my head is “The Hound of the Baskervilles.” Then, the fog of war. The coffee we often drink is called Fog Chaser; presumably it’s San Francisco fog that’s being sent on its way. Oh, the fog of forgetfulness, which visits more frequently, I am finding. But, as the Monterey fog reminds me, the old adage remains: this, too, shall pass.