Thursday, August 18, 2005
A Note of the Ascending North
Ampere hour, San Francisco!
In fact, you now find me in Petaluma, the home of my cousin. I have afternoon passed oohing and aahing over its baby of less than three months. One what beauty! Such eyes! And such... What? Inapreciable value. It is indescriptible.
But both last days I happened in San Francisco. Thus a pair of the orange tomatos of cherry in the morning and I jumped yesterday in a taxi to the airport. The plane brought to me to SFO, and BART took me in the city. There I worked the day, and later I indicated for the Hilton in ÓFarrell. Nonbad comforts.
To this point I was for a drink with an old friend the mine republican. It is desired a republican of California, and thus less despicable than those than they would make damage to the homosexuals or the black and the Jews. We had awhile fantastic that drank the Belgian beer in a bar of the vodka.
Then I jumped in a bus of Haight Street, that took to the Stroma to me. But in the half time, I seated in that bus and I soaked upon the transport-ness of the public of him. And it smelled Irish girls who traveled next to me, who lowered in Fillmore -- no doubt for the inn in Haight Street. And I was satisfied so to be in San Francisco. It would give to my car and my garden and everything, if it could only live like writer in San Francisco.
More soon.
In fact, you now find me in Petaluma, the home of my cousin. I have afternoon passed oohing and aahing over its baby of less than three months. One what beauty! Such eyes! And such... What? Inapreciable value. It is indescriptible.
But both last days I happened in San Francisco. Thus a pair of the orange tomatos of cherry in the morning and I jumped yesterday in a taxi to the airport. The plane brought to me to SFO, and BART took me in the city. There I worked the day, and later I indicated for the Hilton in ÓFarrell. Nonbad comforts.
To this point I was for a drink with an old friend the mine republican. It is desired a republican of California, and thus less despicable than those than they would make damage to the homosexuals or the black and the Jews. We had awhile fantastic that drank the Belgian beer in a bar of the vodka.
Then I jumped in a bus of Haight Street, that took to the Stroma to me. But in the half time, I seated in that bus and I soaked upon the transport-ness of the public of him. And it smelled Irish girls who traveled next to me, who lowered in Fillmore -- no doubt for the inn in Haight Street. And I was satisfied so to be in San Francisco. It would give to my car and my garden and everything, if it could only live like writer in San Francisco.
More soon.
