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If you don't mind a chilly day and like to avoid crowds, come to San Francisco the week after Thanksgiving. The line for the cable car this morning was practically non-existent. I haven't ventured across the street to the mall so maybe that's where all the people are. Paul and I went out for lunch today but neither of us felt up to going to the food court and braving the potential madness of the shopping, I mean, holiday season.

I rarely check my snail mail at home and as my mailbox is rather small it tends to get filled up with advertising flyers fairly quickly. Knowing my habits, my mom usually sends packages (and other mail) to my office. However, when I checked my mailbox after dropping of this month's rent check, there was a puffy envelope from my folks. It contained a wrapped present and a little award I won in college for leadership. I don't even remember receiving it.

I had left some of my things at home after I moved to California. I can't remember if I wanted to get rid of them or someday retrieve them. They happened to be in out on the south porch and weren't lost in the house fire in 2001. Mom sends me some once in awhile. I stole a photo album from her in August. I thought the collection of photos looked familiar and it was mine.