Through His Eyes: San Fransisco

I remember my childhood perspective of San Francisco so vividly. Coming up from the underground at Market and Powell I was speechless. When I realized that was the same spot Garrett would be I wondered if it would hold the same magic for him. Some things don't change. Although Garrett wasn't speechless. He cried out, "WHOA!!! WHOA!!! Mom, look! Wow," and here was the surprising part, "Look at all the pigeons!!" Pigeons? Not the observation I expected! But seeing San Francisco through his perspective was priceless. Eventually there was the reaction to the skyscrapers, the people passing by in thousands, the trolley cars. He loved it. He loved hearing seven different languages while standing in the streetcar, trying jellyfish in Chinatown, gawking at street performers...every detail. Watching him see it all for the first time made it seem fresh to me, too.

The food was over-priced and mediocre, but Garrett's enthusiasm made it totally worth it.

Garrett loves breakdancing, so to see these street performers live was pretty cool for him. He practiced his moves all night!

Amanda, this one's for you!!

Of course while my mom was there we couldn't resist chocolate mecca. Their caramel hot chocolate with sea salt was SO GOOD!

Beginning to Blog

My dear friend Patti has been asking for a couple years that I create a blog. This week she offered to set one up for me. She's an incredibly busy girl with much on her plate so for her to make such an offer was a desperate plea in deed. So Patti, this is for you. After all, you were there to help smuggle a toppled pie into the bedroom, there when we stalled, going the wrong direction on a freeway offramp in formal dresses. You've shared the front seat, your 666, your pizza margherita. You got me out of bed when my heart was broken over petty things when we were young and the big things now that we're old. You moved right up with me when Shad Dailey promoted us to 'Service Specialists', did laundry (albeit rarely) with me outside the future spot of the Painted Pinky, and smiled in photos even if I was wearing my 'US Male' coat, my busting Wall uniform or my LSS shirt. You've cheered from your barstool with every kitchen creation even in the early days when it was Suddenly Salad. You kept roadside disasters a secret until enough time had passed that they were funny. You have taught, listened, reciprocated, validated, laughed and in unlikely moments cried with me on the phone, in the chair, in my basement, in your car. If no one in the world ever looks at this but you, I have reason enough to make it. Love you Patti.