This sculpture, titled Sister and Brother, was chiseled by an Italian-American sculptress named Denise DiSanto in 1984. We were a romantic item at that time, and I have carried these pieces with me ever since. They rule over my foggy, vine-covered back yard. Warm thoughts to Denise, wherever she is now.
Almost every morning, I ride my bike by the ocean.
In winter, I sometimes get to see a full moon, descending into the sea.
These are the ruins of the Sutro Baths, where San Franciscans once played in the water.
On a holiday last month, I took my son Max on a train to Fremont, CA. Max doesn't care about the destination, as long as he's on a train.
