San Francisco
November 6, 2009
By way of street car, deep down into The Mission, passed the old poets and young musicians, before the great golden majesty, old friends dwell, fueled heavy by the great burrito. 9/01/09
“You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.”
Jack London. San Francisco.


