We drove back to San Francisco for an afternoon cocktail party, and looking back after the events that took place, I would say San Francisco seemed empty […] I was standing alone near Farley’s car, the blue 1951 Studebaker of the future, when two…
I arrived at the site early, finding a lone podium on a small mound in the sculpture garden, a mute monument to my apprehension. No marching bands, no placard-bearing youngsters, no old fools in straw hats, no giant pictures of my visage behind the…