....High on a hill, it calls to me.........
Trip Start Oct 20, 2012
59Trip End Jul 11, 2013
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High on a Hill...
What I did
Cali's Home...with Kent & Ronelle
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me
Having spent a fair amount of time visiting Chris in El Cerrito in the recent past, we felt right at home, and Chris might as well be family. Of course, there is more family Corcorans in the area as well.
We visited Ronelle (my God-Parents, Pat & Ron's middle daughter) and musician husband, Kent over in San Francisco. We hopped on BART and spent the day with them, which involved a (voluntary) 2 mile hike from the Union Square Station through the city to their home which sits 15 stories up overlooking the beautiful San Francisco Bay.
Another fantastic meal and some NBA finals rounded out a great day of laughs - there are always laughs with Ronelle - and stories from some of Kent's performances around the world [not the least of which was playing the organ at Giant's Stadium just last week!]. Hardly his crowning achievement but certainly noteworthy for the rest of us!
Kent (aka Kitch) and Ronelle had just returned from a trip to Paris to celebrate their 18th (a big one for everyone) Wedding Anniversary. Note: they considered canceling it when they heard about the Corcoran Picnic being planned in Irvine during their vacation but, while bummed about, decided to go ahead with their Paris plans.)
We watched an incredible slide show Kent had produced that was well worth the two hours. (HaHaHa actually it was not long enough!) Ah.... Paris in Springtime....
The next day, back at Chris', we get a text that reads "Wanna come over tomorrow for THE BEST FILET MIGNON you've ever had? Kent wants to cook for you again". OK so hardly something anyone could refuse! ...and yet another indubitable Artful Odyssey invitation!)
Anyway that's a pretty weighty statement, so we accepted the challenge. Back on the BART, we were whisked back to the 15th floor [sans hike] & presented with glorious sumptuous steaks that have a story.They were purchased from "Harris' Restaurant" from their meat case. Apparently Harris' has a huge cattle ranch in California as well, which provides beef to many restaurants in the west, but their restaurant prefers mid-western corn fed beef.
HOLY CRAP!!! We were ready for a good steak, but couldn't have anticipated this...& then there was dessert...
We must have posted something on FaceBook, braggin' about where we were and what we were about to enjoy and my sister Carol (Coco) sent this picture of her blue, brokenhearted, cast down, crestfallen, dejected, depressed, despondent, disconsolate, doleful, down, downcast, downhearted, down in the mouth, droopy, forlorn, gloomy, glum, heartbroken, heartsick, heavyhearted, inconsolable, joyless, low-spirited, melancholic, miserable, mournful, saddened, sorrowful, sorry, unhappy, woebegone, and woeful envy.and I think there were a few expletives too.
To which we replied:
We ate like kings, laughed 'til it hurt and it felt like home.
It's too bad you all couldn't have been there!