Through a peculiar twist of events, I picked up a random book from the library after donating a $1 because I was so happy they lent me a book on fishing. That’s right. The library lent me a book. They trust me. They invested in me.
It turns out it describes the history of Alta California, of which I had just recently written my own little synopsis. And, being about gold, the book also also describes the golden gate. Not the bridge, but the passage the bridge is named after. It turns out, I didn’t know enough to really have a solid grip on the reality of such thing, when I had prepared a speech to propose to a very beautiful woman about a year ago. How could I take care of her if I didn’t fully grasp the reality of her?