The loveliness of Paris
Seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome
Is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
And I'm coming home to my city by the bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars!
And the morning fog will chill the air
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden sun will shine for me!
(Cory George C. Jr./Cross Douglass)
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H went on a business trip to San Fran right after Seg was born - or maybe just before, either way, I couldn't go because I was either hugely pregnant or had just given birth and while many hearty souls venture onto airplanes and into hotel rooms with brand new infants in tow, I am not of such hardy stock.
He brought me home his author copy of the magazine in which his first article was published, concerning the fascinating subject of DRAM. We were very proud, almost as proud of that as we were of the new baby.
To whom he brought one of my favorite pieces of baby clothing EVER - a grey t-shirt with "Property of Alcatraz" stamped on it, and over that, in bold red, "Rejected: Too Cute!" It just now fits Seg.
He also brought me this box - perhaps not the most classic piece, but I likeit. There is, however, nothing in it. I think there's enough going on OUTSIDE the box to warrant emptiness INSIDE the box, don't you?
7 comments:
I love the trollies.
I spent three glorious days in San Fransisco in 2002 all alone. It was wonderful. I walked the streets, explored, ate in cafes and restaurants on my own and generally had a wonderful time. I absolutely loved that city - and felt very at home there due to its location by a bay, its bohemian air and its trams (Melbourne is the only Aust. city with trams).
Sigh.
You could fill it with some Rice-a-roni.
I'm only sayin.
The busy exterior vs. empty interior will have Professional Semioticians jawboning well into the next decade.
-J.
I always think of the movie "What's up Doc?" when I read about San Fransisco (OK, and maybe that awful 80's sitcom with the Olsen twins).
Very cool. I like the box, and would love to see a picture of the t-shirt (hint, hint).
I was in San Fran when I was 7?ish. I remember that street with all the flowers, the windiest street...
V. cool too about H's article! Didna know he was published!
You could put baby teeth into it when the tooth fairy gets them.
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