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This one's for you mom.

San Francisco, 1972

It was just you and me back then.

We had just moved from Honolulu to San Francisco and explored and learned the new city together; you and me walking and holding hands.

We walked all over North Beach.
Some days we would walk down Mason to Bay Street and admire the lush ferns and exotic wares at Cost Plus. On other days we'd go past the projects to Safeway. You would shop for food as I hoped that you would give me a dime for the vending machines by the exit door.

Occasionally, we would go to the North Point Theater and catch a matinee. I remember watching in awe
as Gene Kelley swung effortlessly around a street post, all wet and singing in the rain and falling in love with the unlikely but striking couple
of Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford in The Way We Were.

If I was lucky, you would indulge me
and we'd go to Fisherman's Wharf and
check out the tourist attractions such
as The Wax Museum or Ripley's Believe it or Not. I remember liking how fake
everything was and later buying all the Ripley books... Do you believe squirrels use their tails not only for warmth but for shade too?

When we weren't walking down to North Point, we were walking up Columbus Street to North Beach and Chinatown.

I remember the constant metallic hum and clang of the cable cars as we walked past Bimbo's, the original Gap and Uncle Bill's shocking pink mural
of silhouetted disco dancers. I remember the slow uphill climb to Chinatown, crossing Columbus after going to the bank and the impact of aromas as we entered the never
ending stream of waddling bodies powered by pendulum swinging grocery bags.

And how could I ever forget the TransAmerica building?!
At about half mast, I knew what the structure was but had to ask you to be sure. So, when I asked excitedly,
&quot;Mom, are they building a rocket?!&quot;
You answered without missing a beat,
&quot;Yes Cindy. They're building a r-r-rocket!&quot; I remember feeling so smart and proud of myself.

These are my memories.
Never to be lost or stolen,
and always there when I need them,
these childhood memories are the treasures that make the wealth of my soul.

I remember Mom. I remember when it was just you and me, walking and holding hands: Exploring, learning, living, loving and sharing together.
Just like it was yesterday...I remember the way we were.


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