SO EASY TO LEAVE ONE’S HEART IN SAN FRANCISO.  But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see Above the little S.P. alley, puffs floating by from Oakland Or the Gate of Marin to the north or San Jose south, The clarity of Cal to break your heart. It was the fantastic drowse and drum hum of lum mum afternoon Nathin’ to do, Ole Frisco with the end of land… Read More