
heavenly colors
My parents found a San Francisco apartment on Lincoln Avenue when our family moved from Japan. It was a cold second-floor dump near Golden Gate Park. My father smiled and waved into the super-eight movie camera, wearing his overcoat, looking like Cary Grant, a strong nose, dark eyebrows, and brown eyes. My mother beams, looking sexy, with blue eyes and brown hair. A friendly mounted policeman lifts me onto his sorrel horse and rides me around, wearing a green car coat, brimmed hat tied with a bow over my golden hair. Continue reading “honest color” »