Can you believe it? This is right outside Lucille's condo. She lives by Stern Grove, and when you walk outside her door you might as well be inside the park.
We walked and talked about books (S.F. writers Egan, Eggers, and Elliott) and movies (Milk, the Coen Bros.) and people we know. When we went back inside she put some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies in the oven.
Her birthday is Wednesday and she'll be 86. I brought tomato juice and limes from the farmers' market, and some gin. She sent me home with cookies, a loaf of spelt bread for Tom, and the magazines and book reviews from the last two Sundays' NY Times.
