Looking out over the city, I see that Sylvia’s Bakery didn’t make it. It was just open for business the other day. No surprise, I suppose. There’s only so long you can cover the rent in San Francisco with $5 scones. I hope Sylvia had a plan B.
My buddy’s dad also passed. He was just playing golf a few months ago. I never had a chance to meet him, but from what I hear he was old and wise so I suspect we would’ve gotten along. I hope the friends and family have a chance to celebrate his legacy.
This world twists and turns—so many things come and go each day—but ultimately one has to remember to appreciate the fact that we’re even here at all.
I know. A bit cheesy. But I’ll give it a try if you do. While you’re at it, maybe send a Christmas card or two? You’ll like the way it feels to sign, seal and deliver a thank you message to the people who put up with you all year. Take my word for it.
Speaking of doing the right thing, it’s Friday again. You’d better make it a good one.
The prime real estate formerly known as Sylvia’s.