Sail Away
<p>If you’ve been there, you’ll know how the fog hangs sullenly over the hills above Sausalito, clinging to the atmosphere and rendering the whole of existence a dull gray until the sun and rain show a rainbow.</p>
<p>Every little while, this same fog will slide down the yacht masts, creeping along Main Street, seeping into doorways of coffee shops, fashion boutiques, all looked upon from hotel retreats.</p>
<p>I flew from the Midwest into San Francisco, coming from the darkness into the California light. There’s not a prettier place to stay, no need to rush, I’ll just stay here the night.</p>
<p>Across the Bay, San Francisco, straight streets going up the hill, San Quentin for the tourists, cell walls written on by some of America’s most renowned non-conformists.</p>
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