Yesterday, October 15th, marked my 1 month anniversary in San Francisco.
On previous October 15ths, Napoleon moved out to his island of exile and Abraham Lincoln received a letter that he would look better with a beard. I moved into a room with a door to the outside world (yes, there is a God!!), and was told by one of my students that my hair color was gold... Lifelong dream fulfilled.
This same student also remarked that I had a glow about me, the same glow he had seen in the only other Minnesotan he'd met. Something about that land of lakes must sink into our skin, and apparently takes more than a month to wear off. I'm hoping mine never does.
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