The skies clear after a while, as I savor one bite after another. Summers in the Bay Area — especially in the city and Marin — are different than summers anywhere else. Mark Twain knew it best when he reminisced about his coldest winters. Turns out, he never claimed the San Francisco summers were cold. Even if he hadn’t, he would have been right. Cold or hot, bright or not, my balcony in Marin always invites deep thoughts by Jack Handy…. “What if you could see your whole life from start to finish?” Continue reading Hotdogs and Vino for the Win
Though being a staple to Bridgeway Promenade in Sausalito, it has only taken me four plus years to visit The Bridgeway Cafe for brunch, a last minute decision on a Sunday late one morning in July. My time here was coming to a close; and with that, came a bucket list of things I had not done that I wanted to do. That list also included things that I had done, that I wanted to do again — over and over again, if I had my way. As with most things in life, I knew wouldn’t have my way. But today would be another story. Fast forward an hour, after a most delicious bloody mary and an omelette of my choosing stashed with bacon, ham, tomatoes, serrano peppers and green onions, I was satiated and afterwards, smiling. Continue reading The Bridgeway Café
Funny how what comes around goes around. In July of 2017, I knew I would be moving back to Chicago, … Continue reading Leaving the Golden Gate
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
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
The reformed cowboy turned hippy calls after his old black Lab mix, slowly making his way across my line of sight, tired and longing for home as his master beckons for him. He was dressed in all-cream-white linen pants and vest, a crisp brilliant white shirt and bolo underneath it, the suede tan of his cowboy boots providing a stark contrast to, not only his attire, but his long, grey-white braided hair growing from the middle of the back of his head, his long wispy goatee complementing it. He was a sight for sure. Continue reading Golden Gate, C’mon Man!
A few days past a full year before Grace and I were engaged in January 2019 at Cavallo Point in … Continue reading Back in Sausalito in January
Sausalito will always be one of my favourite places on the planet. For my friends who want to venture into … Continue reading Want a Weekend in Sausalito?
Taylor walks behind me. Sometimes alongside me. At times even, several steps ahead of me. Wherever he may be in … Continue reading Heading into the Headlands in March
My feet hurt. My shin splints screamed. My hips were ready to give out, each step a labor in pain. … Continue reading Eyes Wide a Face