Just before we left San Francisco for New York, a roomful

of our dearest friends gathered together for a goodbye party at

the University Club high atop Nob Hill. These photographs

were taken at that dinner. The camera was passed around the

table. People took pictures of one another; I don't think that

I took any of them. The light was dim, and the photographs

are grainy, almost sepia in color -- like digital pictures from

a hundred years ago. Along with the pictures, I've included

Robert Hunter's lyrics from the Grateful Dead'sTerrapin

Station. It was San Francisco, after all.

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