By the end of 1984, life in San Francisco had become a depressing dead end. I gave thought to moving and San Diego came to mind. “San Diego!?” people said as if I had said, “Arkansas.” Yes, San Diego, at least it will be an escape from fog and death.
I had to finish up the FNMA project with Jed, which was finally wrapped up in April 1985, along with a chunk of cash. By the end of June I was ready to go, after one last “farewell” parade which (true to form) did not discover, amid the thousands, any cause to change plans.
I had to finish up the FNMA project with Jed, which was finally wrapped up in April 1985, along with a chunk of cash. By the end of June I was ready to go, after one last “farewell” parade which (true to form) did not discover, amid the thousands, any cause to change plans.
