Saturday, March 24, 1973 Moving day. All I did today was walk up and down steps. Boy, you sure don’t know how much stuff you have until you gotta move it. The place is Great! Better even than I’d dreamed. … Continue reading
Friday, March 23, 1973
Tonight is my last night living in the house I grew up in . . . since I was five.
Tomorrow, I’m moving into a 500-square foot studio apartment in a recently completed complex that’s opening to new residents this weekend.
I just need to get away from 23rd Avenue, so I won’t hear the N-street car and the 71-bus roaring by and shaking the house every ten minutes. There’s other stuff I want to forget, too. All the death and dying I’m seeing every night at work is triggering the memories of what happened to Mom in the upstairs bathroom.
Thursday, March 22, 1973 Day off today. A really wet winter, but this was the first nice day in San Francisco in quite a while. Sunny and 65 degrees. I’m surrounded by 30-year-old guys at work on the midnight watch. … Continue reading