A week later, everything was wrapped up. I dropped boxes of books and papers at the UPS station at the base of Portrero Hill and, in the evening, had dinner with Charles at “Rings” The following morning, I irrevocably handed the apartment over to Grant (who was glad to finally see me go) and took the train down to San Diego.
As the train slowly pulled out of the station, I at last began to feel truly disengaged ...
Perhaps life would be sunnier
