Something changed inside of me but at the time I didnât realise this. Â I loved San Francisco and I continued to enjoy being there. Â I made a point to walk the Golden Gate Bridge for leisure with a thousand thoughts racing through my mind like the choppy ocean below. Â
One of those swirling emotions was in regards to Noori. Â By now I had written to her a few letters. Â Of course I could only mail them to my family home and trust that my sister or mother would be sure to give these to her. Â But you know I never, not once received a reply.
Down the road a ways I heard many tales of what happened in her life since I left. Â Itâs really quite saddening because I couldnât help as a lot of us do, to think, âwhat if?â Â
It was around mid-summer when I changed jobs from the Italian restaurant and through the Union I moved uptown into a position in a very nice hotel.  There was a lovely American restaurant on the rooftop level, the 17th floor as memory serves and well, that was a good experience to have.
I left the Italian joint under very good circumstances. Â They were all too happy to provide me with a letter of recommendation as well. Â It had been a good relation; roughly 6 months of employment and all good memories.
Even though I am not able to recall the name of that beautiful hotel now, what I remember most about working way up there is how much I always enjoyed the view, oh the view! Â
By now you should know how much I absolutely loved watching all the ships coming and going through the Bay. Â And at night I would be mesmerised by the lights on the Bay Bridge. Â What a treat as far as I was concerned. Â Very nice.
Back to my new position. Â The food in this establishment was top notch, spread out in a delectable buffet. Â The selected dishes were of excellent quality and the clientele definitely had the wallet affording to pay for that phenomenal view.
I was quickly flowing with the hotel restaurant staff, customers and management and yes Iâll admit it, I was loved. Â I made an hourly wage and kept my own tips and really good tips they were! Â I stayed employed here about 4-5 months.
I still enjoyed the occasional âjoyrideâ on the cable cars, heading out to the turnaround point at Market & Powell Streets. Â I loved helping turn the car and waiting for people to climb aboard for the traditional thing to do in San Francisco.
When some friends and I would head out to Fishermanâs Wharf, we were going not for the fish but for what we thought was the best pizza and ice cold beers. Â Saturdays however were reserved for crab eats!
Iâve been living in the city for all of the seasons now and winter was once again setting in. Â It would be cold earlier than later and I remember my friends and I walking around the city and always realising âsuddenlyâ that it was so cold!
We would pop into an inviting coffee shop, plug a nickel or three into the jukebox and enjoy a hot coffee or chocolate to the sounds of Ricky Nelson, Dean Martin, Elvis, Patsy Cline, Frank Sinatra, well you get the idea.
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