Random journeys

Last night we wound up in Santa Rosa, drinking coffee. As we drove back home over the Richmond-San Rafael bridge, looking out over the city, an iPod playlist on the radio, I thought about those small moments that I'll always remember:

Sitting with Scott in his car, not quite sober, at the edge of Sausalito overlooking San Francisco, singing Willie Nelson.

Back-to-back on a power box in my neighborhood with one of my high-school best friends, Tom, caterwauling TV theme songs.

Passing out on David's floor (no Jews allowed on the furniture), half-watching Maury Povich, the last words I hear before my eyes close: "You'd better not be falling asleep!"