Wednesday May 6, 1987 100 degrees in San Francisco today! But the fog is rolling in now . . .Just a horrible day. I have to make some decisions about what I want to do for the rest of my … Continue reading
Tuesday, April 20 1976 Nice fog this morning. Like a river running over the top of Twin Peaks, the ebb and flow rolling over San Francisco has affected my moods all my life. The fog sure changed my mother’s mood: … 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.