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1998 Italia: San Francisco (SFO) to Newark (EWR)
0500 Pacific Time (PT) - The alarm is going off, but three hours of sleep just isn't enough. (How'd that happen? Our bags were backed two days ago. Sigh.) The house looks great, the rooms are tidy, the trash is taken out, and our bags are by the front door. All that's left to do is shower and dress while trying to remember what could have been forgotten.
The taxi arrives on time, a station wagon with enough room for our bags, skis, and loved ones. Felicia and Adam are outside on time too. I think this is a first for all of us. The sun has yet to make even the slightest appearance before we're on our way to San Francisco International Airport (SFO). (It's called SFO because in the old days it was the 'San Francisco/Oakland' airport. These days it's officially called 'San Francisco International Airport' and Oakland had its own airport.)
We'll be meeting up with my Mom and her husband, Emil, and family friends Liz and Larry. That's during our two-hour layover at Newark (EWR), before heading out to Venice (VCE). I spoke to Dad last night. He'll try and meet us there for a short reunion. (Dad's supposed to be coming out to San Francisco for his birthday next month.) On the way to EWR from visiting a friend of his at Rockefeller University he might pick up a little morsel for us. (That's why I keep menus of good restaurants I've visited.) More about this if it comes to pass.
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