Where Was I?
(Through the iron gate: San Francisco)
Yes, where was I?
I was looking at the Apple online store thinking about getting an Imac G5. I’ve got a 20-inch G4 but I hear so many good things about the G5 and I’d probably get it colorized at Colorware.com. I bought a carbon colored Powerbook there. Really cool.
Before that I was writing about growing up in San Francisco’s Sunset District, a couple of blocks from the Conservatory of Music and Lincoln High School–not knowing where Half Moon Bay was but making regular treks across the Golden Gate Bridge, to the Marin Town & Country Club, for example.
I loved to swim, did a mile worth of laps regularly at Larsen Pool and for awhile “trained� under Charlie Sava who had worked with Olympic-quality swimmers. I was not one of them. For one thing, the first race I was scheduled to attend, I didn’t. I was so scared I didn’t show up.
I used to ride the 28 bus and get off at 19th & Vicente, that’s where Larsen Pool is still located.
The closest I got to Half Moon Bay was hearing about Pacifica, a place I’d also not seen. The guys at Lincoln would talk about driving down to surf the waves at Peeeeee-dro Point, long on the “p� as you can see. That was in the 1960s.
While at Lincoln I wrote a “gossip column� for the “Log�, the school paper.
There I am in journalism class, the one in the middle.
The journalism teacher, Philip Lum, who later, long after I was gone, became the principal hated the column and told me as much. He was right, of course. Boy did he miss the student who wrote the column before I came along to mess it up. Her name was Kathy Wagner and she called the column “Wag’s Tales�.
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Note: This is what my high school column looked like:
