It may not be my favorite bridge in the world, but every now and then it has its moments. Here’s to you, GGB.
It was gray when I landed this morning. Gray, and damp, and miserable. I got in my car, got on the 101, turned on the radio. What do you know, Journey’s “Lights.” And just like that I was reminded how much I love her and missed her.
You’re an absolute peach, San Francisco.
‘I been down and out myself. In Frisco. Nobody picked me up in no taxi either. There’s one stony-hearted town.’
‘San Francisco,’ I said mechanically.
‘I call it Frisco,’ he said. ‘The hell with them minority groups. Thanks.’"
Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye