Saturday Night in SF
Burgers at Roam, drinking at Bar None, Pe Yale and the Triangle, dancing at the Ambassador and topping off the night with nachos at Rancho Grande.
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On Little Cat Feet (Fog City Comes Back)
There’s always so much throat-clearing, when I start writing again. Am I apologizing to you? To some other imagined reader? To Pallas Athena, goddess of war and poetry? To myself? Showmanship, stupid. Stop making excuses and tell them you’re back. Slowly, yes, on silent haunches, etc., Fog City
More Comfortably Numb
There are days when I'm looking at my life through thick glass. I think you know the feeling. There are days when you care, and days when you... don't. Can't?
Sky Pilgrims
Kerstin and I camp in a pony pasture and chase the solar eclipse across Texas.
Sound of Music Sing-Along
We popped out into the sun-bleached streets, and there beside us were Corrin and Dafne, rising up the BART escalator. “Hey! You dressed up!” Corrin lit up and Dafne ducked behind him. With eight minutes to curtain, we walked briskly in the summer breeze. Kerstin nearly started skipping, a will-o’