The Death of San Francisco

This is a very sad day. It is Martin Luther King Jr. Day, just about two years since I moved to San Francisco, and my bird Frankie (which is short for San Francisco) died this morning at my parents' home in Massachusetts. The poor bird didn't even make it to San Francisco to live with me. So I just want to imagine a moment of chirpy silence for little Frankie. A joy to my life and a sad one to lose. RIP