After surviving Disneyland and putting the kids on the plane home to Portland, Sheryl and I drove up the coast to Moro Bay, then the next day we headed to Berkeley, where we met with one of my best friends from fraternity days, Dave Smith. I still don't fully understand how it happened but twentysome years ago Dave got into the T-Shirt business and has made quite a career of it. We toured his production plant then had a wonderful meal with Dave and Jane at one of California's finest restaurants. We need to do more of that.
Then for 4th of July weekend we went and spent a couple of days in San Francisco. Love That Place. We did our favorite Bike Ride, which starts at Fisherman's wharf then crosses the Golden Gate and around to Tiberon where we catch the ferry back to The Wharf. Sure, there is a beer in Susalito and another in Tiberon, so it's a fine day. The next day we went out to the Filmore for a jazz festival. Other than the fact there was almost no music, we sure had fun. Pure San Francisco with all its color, oddness and acceptance.
It's good to get away but we did make it back to Klamth to spend the evening of the 4th with our group of great friends. Happy Birthday America.
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