“But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you’re alive to see?” ~ Jack Kerouac (On the Road)
A year ago I was in San Francisco… or about to go to San Francisco… give or take a week. I’m not much with dates… But I do remember the feel of that city. I remember that even at 50 degrees, it was warm. I remember sunny mornings. I remember walking. forever. and back from forever. I remember the market with olives and bread and cheese. And memories are funny things. Sometimes like ghosts.