After the almost three-thousand-mile trip from Dunedin, Florida, we got to Las Vegas, and we were in for a shock. Deon Derrico's grandma was dead, and he’d gone to Denver for her funeral. He left a note on his front door.
Lori said, “My cousin, Vicki, lives in Walnut Creek, California. I bet she will put us up until our Social Security checks arrive.” Our benefits only stretched so far.
We stayed with Vicki and Tom, a pair of Buddhists, for a few weeks and they were so kind. Deer came into their back yard at night.
We got the opportunity to get into San Francisco once in 2013.
While eating at a nice restaurant we finally got to see a foggy night in San Francisco.
