Intersection

Yesterday I was driving a friend from hospital to a sober home in Huntington Beach following the map-voice from my phone and so immersed in conversation that I only suddenly became aware of the tall building now filling my windshield. Hadn’t been at this intersection in decades possibly, and it all flooded back in an instant. Count up four rows of blue glass and back some thirty years, and I am sitting behind the window near the middle as communications director for a health care firm and had...