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June 2, 2001
"If you wanna be on time, you better sit on your watch."

This from our bus driver on the way to Haight Street as the air grew colder & the sun pulled us down past the Pacific. Once considered the abolition of time & haven't owned a watch since; this seems appropriate to relate as we now realize we're coming home at midnight.

My mom once sang, "I left my heart in San Francisco," while drunk and hanging off a cable car. "I've left mine in Texas" might be a more timely song. For now, then, I'll sit on my watch.