I used to live in Redwood City, CA.
["CLIMATE BEST BY GOVERNMENT TEST" (said the big sign over the main street)]
One place that Rob and I used to eat breakfast was the 'Francis St. Cafe'.
I called it the "Francis Saint Cafe" because... well, cause that's what I thought it was.
Later Rob gently (and somewhat apologetically; I think he was afraid of dampening my enthusiasm for the place) explained to me that the 'St.' was most likely short for "street".
And I felt kinda stupid.
But the thing is, there IS a Saint Francis Street in Redwood City.
So, would that be St. Francis St.?!
About Me
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- I'm just like everyone else; a mass of contradictions.... I want things to go my way, but I'm often disappointed by the outcome when they do. I love solitude, but choose to spend most of my time with people. I long for, but am terrified of, permanence. Learning to embrace (or at least endure) loss of any kind is my greatest challenge. I live in Oneonta with my good friend Joel, my ex-boyfriend's cat, Clovis, and a ton of plants.
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If it makes you feel any better I read it as 'Saint Francis Cafe' in my head, so I both reversed it and translated "St." to "saint".
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