Today started with a drive from Napa, down to Caneros, through Sonoma Valley to the Golden Gate Bridge into San Francisco. It rained on the way, but the city was warm and sunny. Sailboats on the Marina, folks out in flocks on the streets. Of course, today was the anti-war rally, and I was so filled with longing that I couldn’t even bear to see the gathered crowds. Instead, my stepmom and I did some shopping, picked up my step brother and headed to my dad’s concert at the Bohemian Club.

The club itself, at least, their San Francisco building, is elegant beyond description. I’m too looped on the German Riesling to describe the building or the club but I’ll do it as soon as sobriety permits. Suffice to say that I got to witness some great music sandwiched between a half brother and a step brother, neither of whom need such qualifications. Followed by an amazing dinner and lovely words with said brothers. Now, off to bed for another twelve hours sleep. Things could be worse.