After missing my train to Berkeley and spending all day and night tying up loose parking ends at the co-op, I left Kingman at five twenty or so. Galen and Liz P. saw me off. I walked to the bart, got lost at S.F.O. and eventually found my way to the boarding dock. Riding on an airplane is great because I always have a humbling experience while in
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