HALF MOON BAY
Parker Bothers meeting Ricky
Skaggs? Bad dream, that, indeed.
The lemon-lights are out in Gorky
Park, but the fog lamps still run
at the Golden Gate. The white
mist of the Haight makes me
remember Coit Street and
Telegraph Hill.
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I was only there once, but it
seemed like five years. Twain
put it, 'The coldest Winter I
ever spent was the Summer
I spent in San Francisco.'
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