Secret Blog - Spark Twain

Good Ole Fashion American Ramble

Ladies, Gentleman, and Nikhil, who I can’t hangout with today because I am doing more work on my solo mission that is life. I am writing to you from the city of San Francisco at an undisclosed location, and I am listening

06/12/2018

Ramble #?$?

Hello! I am writing to you from Snowbird Coffee, in the Sunset District of San Francisco California. It is a wonderfully homey vibe in this coffee shop, and I am happy to be here. The coffee is pretty good. I like a

06/11/2018

Brunch Is Over; Summer Has Begun!

I am sitting at the head of the table near the door leading to the porch of the cabin where we have been staying, and The Wedding is over, and Brunch is over, and today is Jo and I’s final day here,

06/10/2018

Wedding Day!

Today is wedding day! I am uber excited! I began the day with some eggs and a bagel. I feel so-so about it. The eggs were good. In the future I would like to consume less sugar and bread, but this weekend

06/09/2018

2 x 4 AM

It’s all in my head. That is quite obvious. Went to the rehearsal dinner tonight, and I guess what I am walking away with is…I didn’t know rehearsal dinners were actually an excuse to party. It was 2:15 AM when I awoke

06/09/2018

Wedding Weeknd On The Russian River

I write to you from the Russian River, one to two miles east of Heldsburg, CA. The Air B&B which has been reserved for the wedding is a beautiful log cabin. Three floors and vaulted ceilings? I’ll take a memory, Thank You

06/08/2018

The Philosophy Of Turning Twenty-Six

It’s currently 10:37 AM, and as I am beginning to type, I am realizing a finger injury that I sustained this weekend is creating an Ephemeral Rift between my keyboard and I (Really proud to be able to use that proper noun

06/07/2018

@Cafe Murano

Today I write to you from Cafe Murano, which is one of the more pleasant coffee shops I have been to in the city. The thing about San Francisco is that all the good hangouts are either over-crowded tourist hot spots, or

05/30/2018

One Day Late, but always on time.

I will never again be writing to you from the Ballroom of the Green Tortoise Hostel. Let that be simply stated. Today I write to you from Cafe Mason, and this is my second day in a row here. Like most things