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We had a breakfast date thisNot in the break room with passed-over donuts, but at an actual eatery in Jacobi’s section of town

He lives in Hayes Valley Gentrified not long ago, it has shaken off the rough edges and is now littered with cute little restaurants and bars and boutiques; a nice place to visit Jacobi’s house holds down the end of a block on Ivy Street and is one of le-faether, facing sidewalks lined with young red-flowering gum trees

I parked my Explorer behind my old friend’s Hyundai SUV and called him on my phone

“Lindsay?”

“Who else?”

“You’re not the only wo

“I’ll be right down”

A couple ofof wooden steps froe He looked the sa with a liht jacket handed down to hiht in the Korean War

But he looked different toas obvious as that He didn’t even look depressed

He looked lighter Like a lad that the load was off his back He was grinning when he crossed the street and I crossed the street toward him

We opened our arood

Jacobi had stood in forit now, even as I had come to comfort him

He led sob

“Do not go wobbly onsixty, but here I am”