In 1969, I was serving as a field representative for CARE in Algeria. In April of that year, I traveled to Madrid to visit friends. Late one afternoon, on the 30th, I was walking down the Gran Via in the center of the city when a large black sedan screeched to a halt ahead of me, pulling on to...
 In a recent Monday writing group, a friend and fellow member wrote about his years at a boutique accounting firm in San Francisco at the time of early computer assisted auditing. That small firm became a giant international one through mergers.Many of us have lived through mergers — in banking,...
 In March 2020, the world changed overnight for everyone save “essential workers” and emergency trips. Standing room only BART and Caltrain cars, city buses, and public and private shuttles emptied.  Only those with no other choice, were riding transit. Across all transit agencies, ridership...
 It's safe to say that past several months have been — how to put it? — eventful ones.Now that we've tucked two all-remote-learning terms and a busy Summer Bridge program under our proverbial belt, we can confess that many of us on our side of the screen — OLLI faculty and staff — felt...
My walk up Folsom Street to Bernal Hill has become my constitution every day during the pandemic. It takes me 20 minutes from my house to get to the top of the hill and my heart rate towers around 125-130 bpm. It's a struggle, but so glorious when I reach the top and have the climb down. The...

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