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The old grounds look different. I can stop by the business that’s needled me up for nearly a decade or the one that twisted my locks nearly two decades ago for a trim and shapeup, drive by my old place and newsroom, ride around the lake. But everything hits (or misses) differently, shikata na gai.

Low sun shines on a green lawn and brick sidewalk plaza through a heavy autumnal tree canopy of leaves at the Lake Merritt pillars as seen from El Embarcadero in Oakland, California.




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