The End Is Near
There is always a glimmer of hope. That’s what’s so great about the future. And that’s why I’m only posting pictures of Taylor, carrying a big stick. Continue reading The End Is Near
Opening Day
Every Opening Day brings with it hope, for it indeed springs eternal on this day perhaps more than most. Hope had lost one hundred eight years in a row. With 88M people in the United States in 1908, as of 18 months ago, only 400 remained. As of last October, all of that changed. Continue reading Opening Day
Reminiscing about Fenway
I would put Fenway Park an unreachable #1 as the greatest place to see a sporting event, more than Wrigley and Lambeau. After those three, everything else is miles away. Continue reading Reminiscing about Fenway
Christmas, the Cubs, Mick and Taylor
A rainy day in Sausalito with Taylor, the Cubs, the Stones, and a bit of Christmas sounds just about perfect. Continue reading Christmas, the Cubs, Mick and Taylor
Clouds Dancing
With a heavy commute from Sausalito to Mountain View, stopping on the side of the road can be the best thing to do to experience something magical. Continue reading Clouds Dancing
Green River
Because I had told Amit the story of the Rickshaw Run in India, he made a special cocktail inspired by my adventures. I don’t know everything that was in it, but he called it the Jaipur Cocktail, and it hit every mark. Continue reading Green River
Sausalito — Ten Years Gone
Without fail for much of my young life, at least once a year I would reread all of my journal … Continue reading Sausalito — Ten Years Gone
Rain or Shine on a Sunny Day
My balcony consistently brings me love. Rain or shine, it never disappoints. I have six days left here. And with … Continue reading Rain or Shine on a Sunny Day
A Morning with the Rock
I’m staring at Alcatraz challenging it to stare back, while the moon stares at the back of my head. It’s 5:54 AM on a brisk 48 degree Saturday morning. I’d fallen asleep by 10:00 PM, a far cry from my younger days of starting my night at that time. At 3:30 AM, I was awake and by 4:47 AM, I decided that I wanted to accompany Alcatraz and Fort Mason while they watched the sunrise. Continue reading A Morning with the Rock
Silverado & Ram’s Gate
ld have noticed the storm clouds threatening the past hour. What it didn’t know was that I love the rain, the bigger the storm, the better, and in many ways, more romantic. I was alone on this particular afternoon. At the last minute, I decided that I wanted to pick up the Spring shipment of my wine from Silverado. That’s what can happen on any given Sunday in the Bay. Wine country is always an option, whether you have a reason or not. Continue reading Silverado & Ram’s Gate
Secret of My SucCecil 