![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() When I hear the word I picture flying saucers taking off and landing and I imagine this party will be held in a flying saucer. He straightens the wheel, and the ash falls, as he tells me again the name of this place where we are going, a place I’ve never been before: Sausalito. In between his first two fingers is a lit cigarette, its ash long and in need of flicking. I’m watching my father’s hands manipulate the rubber-net-wrapped steering wheel of our 1972 Volkswagen bug as we move onto the Golden Gate Bridge. These are mostly expanded from those described in my father’s papers however, I’ve also invented dialogue and changed the names of a few individuals in the book, but only when doing so had no impact on the veracity and substance of the story. Informed by my father’s work, my own memories, and other research, I’ve sometimes re-created scenes and dialogue. These include his journals, poetry, prose, and letters, from which I draw quotes. To write this book, I’ve relied on personal memory, interviews with family and friends, articles and history books, and, especially, the papers my father left. In the blue wave, the golden fish that sing I wanted to show children these fishes shining ![]()
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