It was a surprisingly balmy evening last night as our cabbie took a swerve to the left across in front of an onrushing bus, zipped past a double-parked car, and deposited us at Bottle Cap. It was time once again for the Annual Herb Caen Martini Competition.
Pieces of memories vanish. Other pieces are just filed away. You're aware they are there, but don't want to go back. There was too much pain, too many tears. But pain and tears helped us reach the place we are at today, both as a community and as individuals.