my heart's exploding.
Mostly because I just ate about 5 peanut butter cookies in under two minutes, and partly because of how thrilling the chill of winter and heat of summer can shake your bones with a certain sweat of life.
We went to the San Francisco today. There was a long truck with the word PHANTOM written across it in black and white. For some reason, I felt like a child haunted and mesmerized, and a little desirous. That's kind of how I've always felt about the San Francisco. The stretching hills of lines of houses in faded pink and off-white, that huge fork-antenna towering over everything, the frenetic slurry of to and fro in crowded crosswalks of Market St, the slick library art, the indoor shelters and laughing bums, AWESOME! San Fran.
San Francisco remains a mystery to me - a code.
And the best part about mysteries?
Solving them
1 comment:
Lucky you being so close to everything! Maybe that Phantom truck carried all the accoutremonts for the stage musical! Read the book I sent home with you guys about all the haunts in San Fran. Look up the authors website to see pics of all those cool places that one of her fans took. Were those cookies the ones you and Candice are famouos for? Love you honey, Mom
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