FAMILY VACATION: San Francisco, 1983. Albuquerque barely let us go. We hap-
hazardly gathered possessions, my son,Gus ultimately left behind most of his clothing; I forgot my contact lenses. My oldest son, Dick and I dashed around gathering tickets and purchasing photo equipment. Martin, my husband arrived late at the house. We photographed his late arrival and my mad dash... Sign in to see full entry.