In my reminiscing about the 1960s, I have dwelled and probably bored you by meanderings into the canyons of my mind back in those smoke-filled days
The monthly travelogue from the-ever itinerant Maderan, Leon Emo.
I missed the mules.
I remember starting out as a kid. We lived on the southeast corner of Dellavalle Avenue and Rush Street.
It is always a treat crossing the Golden Gate Bridge headed north.
School wouldn’t start until after Labor Day, or maybe when the harvest was in.