Kathy & Teva, Barb & Domenque, Kirsti & Kallol with Amiya & Gita, and of course, your hosts, Becky and moi. From smoked salmon, sausage and ziti to the all the classics of a Thanksgiving feast, we squeezed into one room and practically ate ourselves in!
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YES! Time finally hit that perfect TOCK, and on the morning of 11/10, 2007, I proposed the specific to Rebecca. And much to my most capital of psych, she accepted it. We celebrated for the rest of the day, heading into the city to window shop, have a drink and brainstorm about the plan. That evening we enjoyed a very special meal at Kokkari, a most elegant Greek restaurant in San Francisco. The house treated us to top shelf bubbles before dinner and Glykismata (Greek desserts) afterwards. It was then on (by the way of one suicidal-tendency cab driver in the pouring rain) to see the one and only Herbie Hancock with Gonzalo Rubacalba opening the show… phew, quite amazing. After the show we took a semi-romantic-terrifying cable car ride, (more buckets of rain), down all the big hills to the Embarcadero to get to our car and head back to the coast.
So we’re looking forward to celebrating with everyone next summer. Maybe Friday, 7/18/08. Stay tuned and see you around Christmas!
- Tom and Becky
(a song from Fall 2005)
south winds sail my left side as I point my telescope west Pacific wide.
She is closer than Mars. But I must tackle the Magic Mountain
She is full of suggestion. But I must adhere to a regulation
Her words are a picture. And my ears could be a frame forever
Southerly breeze carry me west
her black shiny blanket covers me best
sun sign beeps this is not a test
beating from the sound deep inside our chest
They say once and again it’s true
even when time and space are out, so far outerspace is where we’ve been.
I want to shuttle us somewhere new again, cause my earth seem’s nothing but blue-
berries are you…
Let’s hold hands and come down. Let’s go
with sound
like bats.
Southerly breeze carry me west
her black shiny blanket covers me best
sun sign beeps this is not a test
beating from the stars sound deep inside our chest. (more…)
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A record that changed my life more than once. Thanks Dad
