I’ve been on another trip. No, that’s not Tuscany. Here’s another, bigger hint:
That’s the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. You can’t imagine how long I’ve dreamed about seeing this thing with my own eyes. During my long-ago literary life as an English Lit undergrad, I read so much Kerouac and listened to so much Grateful Dead that I felt this was my homeland, though I am now 43 years old and have just now seen the Pacific Ocean for the first time. In fact, I have now seen both edges of our continent in the same single day, a feat that did not fail to amaze, and to bring a few tears of human pride to my eyes—to think we have dreamed up a way to make that happen! Strange things move me.