Category: The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse

Like my mother and sister before me, I grew up burdened by a predilection for classic migraines. This was an embarrassment, because to be like mother and sister meant I was somehow girlish. Migraines are not a manly illness. Be that as it may, I suffered many hideous headaches as a little boy. A “classic” Read More

On Easter Sunday, I drove to San Francisco.I wanted to have an adventure. I rook my time driving to the city, dawdling along the freeway access road by the bay. The view of the skyline from the Bay bridge was spectacular. I exited the freeway at Fremont Street, drove the car to Union Square and Read More