I did not get the boat fixed yet. :( I'll be back out there soon enough.
Had a nice (business) lunch in Orinda with Jeff Wolfert and an old friend Andy Gillin. Beth hung out with her sister Meg.
After lunch, we drove to Inverness. We had not been here for about a month. Gloomy weather in West Marin. At 2:30, if felt like 5 p.m. We arrived to a cold house. Took a hot bath while we heated the place up.
It was old friend day. I reconnected with Adam Gottstein. Adam and I met at Berkeley Tuolumne Camp in the 1980s. Turns out our grandfathers were friends. They were politically simpatico - communists. I actually remember going to a party at Adam's grandfather's (Bernard Zakheim) ranch in Sonoma County as a child. Zakheim was a famous and talented artist whose murals can be seen at Coit Tower.
Adam and I had lost touch over the last ten years or so. I saw some emails about Tuolumne Camp recently and thought about Adam, so I reached out to him by email.
We talked by phone tonight and got caught up a bit. We shared blogs, photos and he sent me some of his music, including a clip of his band performing the national anthem at a Giant's game.
I noticed that we both thought a lot about our fathers in our blogs. My dad was so much bigger than life. Someone you wanted to spend time with. Even though I feel that I never connected/communicated with my dad on a deep personal level, I loved him. I always wanted him to be proud of me. In the end, he was. That makes me happy.
Having reconnected with Adam also makes me very happy. He is a little bit bigger than life himself. A story teller. An entertainer. Here's to life. L'Chaim.
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