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Time to change from West to East. James and I go for a farewell lunch down on the bay. Bye bye San Francisco – thanks James for looking after me so well. My apartment in Ginowan is immaculate with new … Continue reading →

I finish my infusion treatment. I will miss my trips to hospital for blood tests and infusions. We go for an explore in the Golden Gate Park. I sell the terrifying Transylvanian armoire to the same guy who bought the … Continue reading →

“Wow, is that your coat sir? Fantastic fabric!” says one of the nurses as I lie on the hospital bed getting another infusion. “You know what it is? “Yes sir that is high quality Scottish tweed. I was an international … Continue reading →

Hooray, my new Green Card arrives! The Green Card is a residence permit, as several immigration officers have informed me during my 20 years of having one. “Mr Calder, you are spending too much time outside the United States. You … Continue reading →

I change the furniture in my room. I lash out on a very expensive leather sofa or love seat as they say around here. I throw the old love seat out on the sidewalk. I phone 311. It is a … Continue reading →

I camp for 3 days at Gold Lake. The lake is way up in the Sierras at 6,500 ft, just under the Sierra Butte mountains. The scenery, both on the drive up there and at the lake itself, is so … Continue reading →

After weeks of glorious sunny weather, Summer has come to San Francisco. It is cold, windy, foggy. I like it. It is mysterious, I hear foghorns in bed at night. It is Tuesday, I have to pick up an octopus. … Continue reading →

In my bulkiest days in Okinawa, I weighed 126 kilos. Today I weigh 90 kilos! I have lost 36 kilos, which is apparently the weight of a baby rhino at birth. The upshot is my trousers are all too big … Continue reading →

Where better to burst through the 200,000 miles barrier than on top of a hill on Point Reyes? The Tacoma has without any doubt been the best vehicle I have ever owned. I have had her since 20017 and apart … Continue reading →

I move back from the pastoral of Point Reyes to the mean streets of San Francisco. Actually, couldn’t be further from the truth – mean streets – I mean. The Sunday Farmers’ Market on Clement is not mean. The sun … Continue reading →