It’s hard to believe that on this Friday 13 years ago it was the eve of my great escape from San Francisco. It’s like an anniversary in a way, a day when I regained command of my life that had somehow spun wildly out of control several years before.
I took this photo with my parents and then-18 month old Jake at my home in San Francisco less than three months before I left with Jake that first Saturday in March.
This was our street. I think our house was fifth from the left.
Somehow it seems like a lifetime ago, not just a decade and then some.