During our last visit to see my folks, my father responded to a scene from my romantic memoir.
He was a barista at the local coffee house. I had a crush on his roommate.
Dining at Iroha is one of my earliest memories from after my family moved to California.
When I see hand gliders at Fort Funston, I'm reminded of a guy I used to know.
They've got an authentic Japanese atmosphere, right down to the hotel jazz music.
The music is sweeping me away. How do they make such beautiful sounds? And all together, as ...