Re: Artist

03/14/16 - posted by Skipper

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.

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