Summertime

Summertime here, but not like most summers, so far. The city is bathed in heat. Our windows are always open. Of course, the fog is hanging offshore, and even partway over this peninsula, which is almost precisely seven miles square, but so far here in the Mission, we have clear blue skies and 70-80 degrees of heat.

Today, for the first time in two years, I revisited the place my daughter Sarah and my son-in-law Larry were married, down on the Bay at Fort Mason. It is one of those remarkable coincidences that both Larry, and my soon-to-be other son-in-law, Loic, first stayed at the hostel at Fort Mason when they arrived in San Francisco years ago.

Walking around Black Point Battery, the meadow behind the hostel, I remembered many details about that day that Sarah and Larry got married. Tonight, close to midnight, Sarah and her son (my grandson) James, will be arriving here.

This is the season of love in San Francisco. Those very few "warm San Francisco nights" happen now or in the fall, which is our actual summer. Sweet, sensuous nights, with music playing softly and Napa grape juice on the table, with candlelight. It's an Otis Redding kind of night.

Plus, Apple's stock rose to an all-time high of 132.75 today. It's enough for a small-time investor to feel rich! What better way to earn a thousand bucks a day, even if it is only on paper?

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