I have a number of coffee table books gathering dust – I’d rather they were gathering coffee.
Starting today, if they haven’t been opened in a year…they’re out. And this one’s the first.
I got this many, many years ago to keep the memory of one of my first trips to San Francisco alive. But now, oh so many years later…it’s going to RID.
Little did I know when I bought this book, that I’d end up living in San Francisco for five years. My time in San Francisco had some highs (the birth of my daughter,) and some lows (living in San Francisco during the “dot com” boom – when no one seemed to care about building any real equity in their companies, they were just looking to get their stock options, cash them in, and get out.)
I recognize my time in San Francisco was odd to say the least. I’m one of the few people on the planet who DIDN’T like my time living there. If it weren’t for the friends I met there, some of which I’m still in touch with…I fear my time there would’ve been wasted.
But, because of those friends,…it wasn’t.