For Maggie
The days are now passing quickly. An all too short summer is evolving into autumn. Leaves are starting to drop and every evening I crunch through them making my way home from the bus stop. I’m enjoying our annual Indian summer here in San Francisco. Most of the seasonal festivals have wrapped up. There’s still so much to enjoy before the predicted El Nino arrives. In a few weeks time we will be celebrating Fleet Week, with the parade of ships through the Golden Gate, always sharing the spotlight with the Blue Angels. So majestic and always spectacular, reminding us that we too can dream and fly away.
My son, Casey, and I have always tried to celebrate his birthday in mid-September by boarding the Jeremiah
O’Brien, an old WW II vessel that hosts Brews on the Bay his birthday weekend every year. Good times. Casey has spread his wings…
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