Skyline

Liz has worked with the same group as long as she's been out of college.  With a scenery like this, who would want to leave?  The expansive view sweeps from the Golden Gate to the west, across the entire northern part of the city and the bay, including Transamerica, Coit, North Beach, Alcatraz, Angel Island, Treasure Island, and finally the new spire of the Bay Bridge and the East Bay. 

Sometimes, it's mostly fog.  Sometimes, it's the bay churning up whitecaps and driving rain. Sometimes, it's clear as a bell and it feels like you can see all the way to Napa.  Sometimes, it's Fleet Week and the Blue Angels are buzzing the tower in tight formation. Too frequently, it's one of the three Giants victory parades at her doorstep and down Market Street.  What it's mostly been, though, is 17 years of everything and everyone, with too many changes and milestones and 5:30AM hangovers to enumerate, in the one single place where she's spent more time than anywhere else, where she's known the people longer than she's known me.

So I took Huelan out of school before her naptime, and went to visit Liz one last time in this office. The new one's not far, just about a block away, but the change will be significant (and not just the view).  Here's to the next chapter!