By Bob Hill It is late now, 3 AM. And the coastal wind is whipping hard, creating a persistent clang as it zips through flagpole banners down below. I am drunk, and disorderly, which explains why I am not only willing, … Read More
By Bob Hill It is late now, 3 AM. And the coastal wind is whipping hard, creating a persistent clang as it zips through flagpole banners down below. I am drunk, and disorderly, which explains why I am not only willing, … Read More