Actually, after opening the door of Curves on Road 26 and almost knocking over my favorite food girl, Yvonne Hamilton, and then being surrounded by lovely ladies, I was somewhat taken aback.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
First, let’s begin with the thanks I owe to all the readers who enjoyed my last column about the good times in the City by the Bay in 1967.
Editor’s Note: First in an occasional series about the author’s 45th anniversary of San Francisco in 1967.
Wow, what a weekend in store for us Maderans. That is, if the clouds decide not to open. Not that we don’t need the rain. But let’s move forward.
Missed these tidbits. I was so enthralled (not imbibed) with St. Patrick’s Day that I forgot to mention a couple of cool items.
I saw you the other day and for an old person you’re pretty good looking. I know you’re married, but I’d like to meet you. I really know how to please a man. — T.W., POSTCARD
I don’t remember how we met. All I know is, it was a friendship kindled by weekly lunches, desert trips, sailing adventures and a kindred spirit of deep fellow kindness and love.