October is an anniversary for me, not only a birth month. It was six years ago at the beginning of October that i came back to San Francisco after being away for seven years, the entire Millennium. I had lived the 1990s in SF, then left for Portland OR, Seattle WA, and Inuyama JP as if to try escaping the 'dot.communism' engulfing The Bay Area by 1997. No one escapes anything in a global economy, so i eventually came back to be here; the place i belong.
I took Amtrak down from Seattle the last time returning. It stopped in Emeryville in The East Bay where we took a bus that dropped us, unceremoniously here at The Embarcadero by Mission Street in San Francisco.
All that has changed and all that has remained when i look at The City from here now is both a small & infinite thing; like Rip van Winkle awakening to a renewed old world where he is both a stranger and family.