PRIDE in Postcards 4

As far as I know, there is only one gay man on my side of our family. Wringing my brain doesn’t bring forth any more. It’s PRIDE time of year again, and I cheer one grandson.

Near his home are: https://www.gaypinkspots.com/event/

San Diego always does things a little sideways. In San Francisco PRIDE is today. The PRIDE festival here will be July 9 through the 17th.

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A job was offered to me when I was at my bottom by my friend Harry. I found myself housesitting an old Victorian downtown…in the middle of a gay neighborhood. I didn’t know what gay was. Today all those gay and straight friends have died. I find many of them on panels in the AIDS Quilt. Those that didn’t die of AIDS, are framed forever in my memory.