Picnic on Donner Pass — No meat.
Plaque I’d like to see at the Donner Summit: “They Bit off More Than They Could Chew”
In Sausalito we had lunch with a friend of M’s late husband. The guy is a Mormon with a rich history of womanizing, seven marriages, and big money made through less-than-honest business practices. This was in the Bay Area, where two of his many houses are. He drove up to the restaurant by the old Sausalito Boat & Tackle in a bright red Lotus, a $110,000 sports car. His attitude was distinctly patriarchal. Approval of me is perhaps pending, but I had his number in minutes, a rich phony hypocrite. The Lotus was the final straw for her.
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