Tuesday, August 5, 1975 God, what an beautiful morning when I woke up. The Bank of America building and the Pyramid were floating atop a white carpet of fog that extended as far as I could see. I got some … Continue reading
Tuesday, August 5, 1975 God, what an beautiful morning when I woke up. The Bank of America building and the Pyramid were floating atop a white carpet of fog that extended as far as I could see. I got some … Continue reading