I took my shoes off at OAK airport and poured sand out of my soles from the Outer Sunset. I came home to Terminal 2 in SAN and walked 10 minutes to the lost and found. I stopped to tie my laces and looked up to see a flat screen TV with the words: “BOSTON” fixed on a screen. I stared at it and wondered who would be checking baggage or traveling there. I stared there and held a feeling in my heart to benefit the hearts there. I hope.
More than 125 years ago, a Minneapolis man built a room onto his house, mounted his 20 favorite paintings on the walls, and opened his door to everyone who wanted to come in.