The third story room looked out at two miles of the beach. The windmills, the cliff house and ocean clear to the Zoo. Before that day was over I would be reading the Grapes Of Wrath at my Aunt Elsa's house on top of Army St. With a panorama of the city. Then after spending the night we would drive to Sausalito to my Uncle Bart's houseboat, where I was welcome to explore the entire bay hours at a time solo. On one occasion I drove my Aunt Elsa's Metropolitan across the Golden Gate Bridge. I was 14. When I remember the unemcumbered days of my youth. I most truly can say "My Cup Runneth Over. Truly, thank you life. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.