We stayed overnight at Hank and Ernie’s house in Livermore. Hank cooked omelets for everyone for breakfast. He makes them thin, maybe just one egg each, in a big pan with lots of filling. I need to modify my omelet technique, because that works better than what I’ve done.
They took us for a walk in a park along an arroyo, past the museum where Ernie is a docent. We saw a couple of dozen wild turkeys in several different groups. It’s a place where you have to be a little bit aware that there could be mountain lions, because the park is on the edge of a big area of undeveloped land.
We ate lunch downtown at a Mexican place. Hank knows the owner, maybe from tutoring him in literacy.
Here we are, mugging for the camera on Ernestine’s Mac. L to R, Arlene, Dean, Hank, Ernestine.
In the afternoon, trying unsuccessfully to beat rush hour, we drove to Marin via I-580 and 880 and the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge. It’s a bizarre bridge. When it was built they called it the world’s only camelback bridge. It has two decks, eastbound on the bottom and westbound on top, three lanes each, and goes up and down and up and down again. The link I gave you goes to a pretty interesting wikipedia articla about it. The summer after my junior year in college, when I was working as a day camp counselor and redoing the roof of my mom’s house (see the post for Aug 26), I used to drive across it pretty often to go folk dancing in Berkeley.
In the evening my classmates were going to Saylor’s Landing, a restaurant near the waterfront in Sausalito, not as an official part of the reunion. We had phoned the place to sort of make reservations, which mostly meant to alert them as to how many class members there would be. Several people looked familiar, somewhat to my surprise!