(as told by the 90s). Goodbye
childhood, so to speak. I do
a little wave, a very short one,
but in the manner of a pageant
queen, as I hop into the trolley
to read while moving uphill for a
bit. This would generally be a good
way to miss my stop, but I’ve been
reading this extra large novel for so
long I know how many pages to the
fraction that I can read between taking
a seat (when there’s actually one available)
and when the trolley arrives at the top of Nob
Hill, which is two blocks downhill from home.
