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June 7, 2010
SAN FRANCISCO

We had been there dozens of times for week-ends, driving trips, and family come-alongs. In the end it was just six hours out and a red-eye home (with terrible connections after 9/11). Travel wanted us to stay at the Hyatt across from the office, but I watched the trolley cars wrap around the Embarcadero and head off to Fisherman's Wharf. Every morning and evening I would pay one dollar and be an office iconoclast as I watched the waterfront ride by for fifteen beautiful minutes. I told everyone my secret.

"They want us to stay at the Hyatt".