Sunday

The chilly weather is flooding me with memories of my first years here in SF.  I used to drive up from LA at Thanksgiving and Christmas to see my brother and sister in law – this was before I moved here, before the kids came along. I remember slipping off to have coffee at Tassahara in Cole Valley.  I remember that wonderful smell of wood burning fireplaces and watching people rush around getting last minute supplies for their holiday meals. I remember dinners full of friends and fun and too much wine.  I remember thinking that I would live here someday.