We made our base in San Francisco, in the exclusive Sea Cliff section. Her house was a sprawling, antiquated, archetypal Victorian monster built in the late l800's by one of the San Francisco robber barons. It clung, like a gargoyle, to a cliff mid-point between the entrance to San Francisco Bay and the graceful arch of the Golden Gate Bridge.
At first, being together was an endless round of parties and spur of the moment travel fueled by drugs and hr credit cards.
For a while it was interesting."