The Golden Gate

Working on the Sausalito waterfront in my teens, the Golden Gate was always in sight. My friend Des and I both lived in the city and drove across the bridge most days to the one of the last remaining shipyards there, where we hauled fishing boats out on the old rails and scraped and painted… Continue reading The Golden Gate

A Matter of Survival

I don’t really know how anyone gets from A to B on any given day of the week. There’s just so much that can go wrong. We’re dropped here in the flats on our own two feet. No wonder so many things end up broken. I still feel guilty for being a bad guy. You… Continue reading A Matter of Survival