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It was Boxing Day, 2008, and we were hunkered down beside a fire in a dune just off ocean beach in San Francisco. It was so beautiful, four or five of us, warm out of the wind, the flames lighting up the dark. We had candles in paper bags. I think there were snacks. I didn’t want to leave. But everything took longer than we thought, there were people waiting for us, we had to put out the fire and leave. It was the day of one of our epic Christmas hunts which Don and I (mostly Don) put on for Jesse. Always, one clue led to the ferry to San Francisco, a clue on the ferry led to someone or somewhere, and so it went, all day. Sometimes we ended up at a concert and stayed all night. Sometimes our car was impounded and friends drove us home. Once, we ended up in Hawaii. On this day, we met Jonathan on a hillside at Alta Plaza park and perfected our light-writing abilities, using long exposures on my 35 mm Pentax. We then walked further down the hill to Johnny Rockets and met Peter, who had b
