Wednesday, August 16, 2006
New Beginning 77
Daniel lingered on the upper deck of the ferry, taking in the familiar sight of San Francisco. He wished he hadn't had to leave it behind over a year ago, but he was back for good and nobody would drag him away again. As he leaned over the polished wooden railing he hoped he'd have better luck in turning his whole life around. He was counting on that. It was the only hope he had so far and he needed to hang on to it for as long as he could.
At nineteen, it was now or never to make his big move. Didn't matter he wasn't sure about how he was going to end up doing it. 1926 had proven to be an unfortunate year so far and he was determined to change all that somehow. As the ferry approached the bustling city Daniel made a promise to himself.
"As God is my witness, I'll never be without sourdough again."
He adjusted his green velvet dress. He would open a nightclub, a club where he could dance in his dress and no one would laugh. San Francisco was the perfect place for it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but more people like him would come. This wasn't the last ferry to San Francisco.