With so much ugly, tragic, blood soaked death - I offer this: a quiet story of a Bay Area woman going softly into the night. She lived a lovely life, so it seems. When she came to SF, "It was the '60s, and the city was a giant cocktail party, especially for a pretty, leggy, single woman." Now, "We're talking life and death -- and how much you pay the gardener" Read this and watch out for buses.
Again, I say to you: Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.