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I'm focusing on 'family stories' at the moment. ("A Change of Pace: Family Stories" (11/23/2024))- Category: Family Stories
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Brian H. Gill
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Category Archives: Family Stories
Converting memories, anecdotes I have shared with my family over the decades, into written family stories; at the request of my oldest daughter. Plus more-or-less-current family events
BART Drivers and the Importance of Being Human 0 (0)
San Francisco’s BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) system wasn’t the world’s first automated transit system, or even the first in this country. But it was among the first all-new American rapid transit systems designed in the 20th century. BART was … Continue reading →
A Crate of Oranges 0 (0)
Number-three daughter asked me to see if I could get a pomegranate. This was a week or so back, in mid-January. There weren’t any in the produce section. Or, rather, I didn’t see any. So I asked when, or if, … Continue reading →
Early Diagnosis, Tardy Treatment, and a Gimpy Hip 0 (0)
When I was in college, first time through, someone who had one leg in a cast struck up a conversation with me. He was clearly not having a good time. His leg, particularly his foot, was healing from a motorcycle … Continue reading →
Kids, a Subway Station, and Offhand Advice 0 (0)
One of the many things I liked about living in San Francisco was the city’s public transportation system. I don’t know about the situation now. But a half-century ago I could get up, eat breakfast, catch a cable car, connect … Continue reading →
A Short Look at a Small Dog, and Another Week in Minnesota 0 (0)
I missed Mass on Epiphany Sunday. I’m not happy about that, at all. But we had very cold weather outside — and I’d been noticing a serious mismatch between temperature readings my body was giving me, and what I saw … Continue reading →