San Francisco Bay
Nov. 5, 2011
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We couldn't convince John to go out sailing with us.
He said he had an appointment with his couch, the TV,
and a football game, and he looked up at the gray sky
while he told us.
But he didn't forget about us. And a couple hours
into our sail, after we'd beat our way back in from
a windy, rainy bay, our fingers red and cold,
we received a text from him: "How's the sail boys? I'm
enjoying a martini on my couch."