Sunday, August 24, 2014

San Francisco, 1995

Fool enough to walk up from Union St. to Tea & Company on Fillmore.  Comme des Garçons parfum. Gray VW Rabbit convertible with the top down, which led to the loss of my blue angora Cynthia Rowley sweater. I can't remember if it was baby blue or dark blue anymore.  I remember the nervous eyes, and all the killer poodles in Alta Plaza Park, giggling, evading.  Watching the Hale-Bopp from his rooftop. Amazingly bright even in the April twilight. Magical. Places long gone, people long lost, pale shadows waving form the past.

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