by the Bay Bridge, and on the right seeing the Golden Gate Bridge, wreathed in fog, hanging over the bay like strange red-white dragon tongue, while on the left tug boats ferry a massive container ship - perhaps from China bearing junk I am in the business of making folks buy more and more of - I am reminded how beautiful this city by the sea is, and how I must live here for a span of seasons, and write my version of the California novel. My models would be Seth and Steinbeck.