
Wednesday, May 4, 1977 Woke up this morning and the fog was in. I love May fog. The fog just seems different in May. Thicker. Like it means business and is going to stay The fog sometimes takes a couple days … Continue reading
Wednesday, May 4, 1977 Woke up this morning and the fog was in. I love May fog. The fog just seems different in May. Thicker. Like it means business and is going to stay The fog sometimes takes a couple days … Continue reading
Monday, August 20, 1973 The fog is starting to come up Portola Drive and will be here in no time — matches my mood. I’m sad, really sad. It’s Erica. I miss her. Listening to the Quincy Jones’s and “Love … Continue reading