On a clear night from the deck of my home in the Oakland, CA hills back in the late seventies, I could watch jets circle around SFO fifty miles away. Now I rarely see any aircraft overhead. The hospital helicopter flies over on occasion and today I spotted a high flying jet trailing a white exhaust, but that's it.

Now all I hear is the roar of traffic out on Hwy 43 with the occsional jake break of big trucks. It's an interesting life living on a little dead-end street off a major highway in the deep south.

I really wish I could afford to live in a Florida beach town, with no hills, and a vibrant downtown. Or South Carolina, I was there a couple of years ago and I liked it. Lawrenceburg, TN has a creek and one downtown restaurant that serves crappy food.

I will embrace this area for one more summer, get tan, get fit, and see what happens. I'm meeting up with my friend Crissinda and her kids for a walk around the path tomorrow, it will be great to catch up...

In the meantime:

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