Archive for March 18th, 2003

  • In the Driver’s Seat

    In the Driver’s Seat

    It’s 10 p.m. on the first day of April in San Francisco. The wind blows briskly, chilling the bones. It’s mid-week, so aside from the glittery lights of the city, there is little activity and the streets are empty. Cars whiz by and several people […]

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