Yesterday I did something really silly. We will have a new year soon. 2024. But 2024 doesn't mean a year for me, it means the address of the place where I grew up in San Francisco.
I've been thinking about 2024 for a long time. I checked it out on line--it's a rented flat that my parents lived in for about 30 years. My mother was pregnant with me when they moved in. I can't even recognize it now since it has been completely redone. I also can't believe the rent today (my father was paying $47/month in 1973 and when they moved out it was rented for $200/month...now it's something like $4,000 a month!)
Anyway, I've been thinking about it and got some "Happy New Year 2024" stickers and I decided to write to whoever is living there now. It will be interesting to see if I get a reply. I told them what the flat looked like when I lived there, which I would be interested to read if I were the one receiving my letter!
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PHOTO OF THE DAY
A garage!
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