A gully and steep hills. Hell of a strange terrain on which
to build a town. Houses perched on the hills at the mouth of the straits
of Carquinez.
Drove under the freeway and parked at the foot of the stone steps.
No railing and it was a long way up. I hadn't called to say that I was
coming. Didn't even know their names. The man who had been in Luke's
unit and the local girl he had married. One of the girls from the hills
above town, the Veterans had said. They remembered that but not the name
of the soldier she had married.
These days I too remember in fragments.