After five years in San Francisco, my friend Dana is leaving -- a sad thing, for sure, but there it is. You could say our paths crossed a few times during that period: I was the first person she laid eyes on the night she arrived in the city (she was staying with my roommate); later, she became my girlfriend; still later, we moved in together -- a union that, I like to think, led to some of her best times in the city (and, she has assured me, some of the very worst). After we broke up, when things had settled a bit, we grew even closer. It wasn't an everyday kinship, but still, we each knew the other was only a local phone call and... More >>>