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Ten years ago this week I boarded United #5 for a one-way flight, JFK to SFO.
SoMa mural by Rigo
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Vingt Regards / I. Strange Bedfellows / II. A New Era, Indeed / III. Hommage à Paolo Conte / IV. Hommage à S. Bar. / V. They Speak According to the Book / VI. Overheard in New York / VII. In Rotation: August 2007 / VIII. LA Phil's New Housemate / IX. Apples and Amoebas / X. Sunday in the Park with Bert / XI. Epilogue
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Six years in San Francisco seems to be the crucial moment when people either move on to other climes, return to wherever they came from, or actually buy furniture and stay. As far as I'm concerned, you're a San Francisco native (but not as dull as many of the ones who have been born here). Congratulations.
Posted by: sfmike | Nov 01, 2007 at 04:33 PM
I was just thinking of the same thing the other day. Happy 10th!
Posted by: Cindy | Nov 04, 2007 at 09:19 AM
Here we have refrained from singing the Magnetic Fields' "Come back from San Francisco." Happy Anniversary with your latest hometown.
Posted by: Maury D'annato | Nov 06, 2007 at 11:04 AM