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A Break. It does…
…I’m not going to finish that headline. But I will tell you I’ve recently had three trips away. And I’m diggity-dogged happy to be home. My sis and I visited our mom up in Sebastopol for her 70th bday. We buried ourselves in cedar, and did as we pleased. I got a nice family-full. Then I flew to…
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Money Changes Everything: the Bay Bridge Carpool Toll
I yearn for the simpler days when we weren’t all talking about, and exchanging, money in the mutually beneficent system known as Casual Carpool.
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Riding with Strangers
Pretty much every weekday morning, I get into a stranger’s car. We don’t talk as we drive across the Bay Bridge. I focus on my iPhone, get caught up on personal emails. Or I stare out the window, watching the giant cargo ships going to and from China and who knows where. I see Alcatraz…
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Oh, Yeah. The Power of a Vision.
I have to ask myself: well, how did we get here? (Talking Heads: the days go by / water flowing under ground…) I think it had something to do with the broad brush strokes on that piece of paper on the fridge. We weren’t studying it, but it was at eye level, and it reminded…
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Nighttime in Rockridge Country
It’s dark out here in Rockridge Country. I walked home from the Bart one night after we’d just moved to Oakland. It was 9:10 pm. I walked down a street–I don’t know, Lawton? I’d heard about frequent muggings of Rockridge commuters, but having just left night-buzzing San Francisco, I wasn’t thinking it was late, or…