Random Scrap:
It was early in the morning and I was sitting outside of Starbucks sipping my cooling coffee. I was thinking of my Dad, how at the age of maybe three or four we drove up the railway bridge. He talked about the hills of San Francisco and how much steeper they were out there. "One day I would go there visit" I thought. And here I was, sitting in the middle of the city. Darren was in Napa Valley. This was a day after I met Flynn. We met online, of course, and we chose the El Cerito BART station as our meeting spot. I picked him up from the curb on Saturday evening. We drove up the Freeway [80], passed the [San Rafael] bridge and arrived into Cache Creek Casino. First we played black jack and then, after losing the money, we ate at the Filipino buffet. I didn't know where the things were going. The school had been great, the finances more than poor. The silence of the moment however, was to be frozen, preserved and to stay with me forever. I walked back to the car. Maybe there was still enough time to drive to Napa Valley.