Every single time I pass Divisadero Street in San Francisco, I think of Bill and Jane. Yesterday, one of their nieces called to say Jane had joined Bill in the great beyond. Such wonderful memories. We always went to the July 4th celebration on the Presidio. Bill was a lawyer and could have easily become the Army's top lawyer and picked up a couple of stars; but, Bill wouldn't leave Frisco. He loved this town.
Our very last July 4th was memorable. I was still in the Army. We made our way to Crissy Field on the San Francisco Bay. It was still daylight. The Army Band from 6th Army played. They were great. Fireworks to follow. The Army was proud of how the military celebrated the 4th of July and had invited all of the City.
A wonderful night in the making. Suddenly, the fog rolled in so thick that you absolutely could not see your hand in front of your face. The band played, they did the "fireworks." You could hear them but couldn't see a thing. It never let up. We left when we thought it was over. It was not at all foggy anywhere else.
Bill jokingly always said it was my fault. "Afterall," he said, "You are suppose to have a direct line in such matters."
Our very last July 4th was memorable. I was still in the Army. We made our way to Crissy Field on the San Francisco Bay. It was still daylight. The Army Band from 6th Army played. They were great. Fireworks to follow. The Army was proud of how the military celebrated the 4th of July and had invited all of the City.
A wonderful night in the making. Suddenly, the fog rolled in so thick that you absolutely could not see your hand in front of your face. The band played, they did the "fireworks." You could hear them but couldn't see a thing. It never let up. We left when we thought it was over. It was not at all foggy anywhere else.
Bill jokingly always said it was my fault. "Afterall," he said, "You are suppose to have a direct line in such matters."
Jane, bless her heart, never moved on after Bill departed to the next life. The last time I talked to Jane she said, "My suitcase is packed and I'm waiting for the bus." God bless you Jane on your journey. Hi to Bill.
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