Birthdays I Have Known
When I turned one ‘n’ forty, my little girl, then three, and I went for one of our extended traipses on San Francisco’s Nob and Russian Hills, making up jokes and noting the interesting architecture. Dinnertime, of course, found us eating Korean barbecued chicken at our favorite restaurant down on Polk Street. Being with her was the best gift I could ha…
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