ROLLERCOASTER WEEK
Last week was a real rollercoaster of a week. At the beginning, I found out that a dear lady I had worked with for over 20 years had passed away. Florence Nacamulli was the accountant at Harder+Company, where I worked for over 25 years. She and I worked very closely over those 20 years, establishing a great working relationship along with the love of each other. We shared many great times together including holiday parties, staff lunches, Fun Day celebrations and private lunches when we could really "dish" the other people we worked with...many laughs and lovely memories. RIP, Florence. You were very special to me and my heart goes out to her husband Steve. After she retired, we kept in touch mostly over the phone as they had moved to Eugene, Oregon.At the end of the week, the rollercoaster took an upturn as Martin's younger brother Armando and his wife Elizabeth arrived in town. It was the first time in over 30 years that they had seen each other (we both met Elizabeth for the first time) and our visits have been over some great food and drink at some wonderful restaurants, for which San Francisco is very well known to contain. We spent time with them on Saturday and Sunday, and are going to have one final dinner tonight before they head back to Dallas on Tuesday.
I love living in San Francisco. On the way downtown to my Safeway store, I saw this altered street sign. I live in the Excelsior District of San Francisco, where the streets are named for foreign cities and countries, like France, Italy, Brazil, etc. and London, Paris, Lisbon, etc. When I was at the intersection of Russia and Mission, a creative person altered the sign to see what you see in the photo. The "no war" covered the numbered address and "Russia" was covered by "Ukraine" -- and of course, there's also the Stop Sign, indicating "stop the war in Ukraine." How uplifting was that? The dictator Putin really thinks he's going to get away with this atrocity. I am hopeful that his "generals" will do a coup of their own, take him out (yes I mean assassinate the son of a bitch). Then declare the war over! This whole exercise is so ridiculous that it's not even funny. As you've noticed, I don't post to this blog muc...

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