March 27, 2010
I am on the bus. It is Tuesday morning and a complicated public transport day. I drive to the bus pad on the freeway several miles from home. That way, when my colleague drops me off at my car at nine o’clock each Tuesday night, she does not have to stray too far from her […]
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March 27, 2010
On this day, I am walking to the Macarthur BART station along 40th Street. It is a winter day and the streets are still wet with the rain. The wind is cold and fresh on my face. There is that wet smell in the air – wet leaves and grass, wet sidewalk and road. As […]
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