‘ll be down in San Francisco next Tuesday, May 23. I’d welcome getting together with anyone for a coffee, lunch, or beer at the end of the day. Only one meeting scheduled so far, so day is wide open.
This flying to a large city and being back at home that night is still a wild concept to a kid who grew up in rural Wisconsin. Unless you had big bucks for connecting flights back then, you drove 150 miles to the airport. Now if Oakland’s airport for the Southwest flights were less like a Greyhound station, I’d be all set.