I board the #36 bus almost in front of our house, the day beautiful, the prospect of lunch with a friend enticing. Yet, as the bus descends our hill toward the Mission District, so do my spirits. Just enough to notice. And why? Partly because on this particular day, at this particular moment, I am aware in a generalized way of loss. Mine. That I recall driving this very hill not that long ago. And general. I haven’t made all that many trips like this via bus in this era of eternal, or at least Read more [...]