Upon moving to Seattle, he declared that seven thousand dollars of his savings would be “California money.” Anytime someone interesting in the Valley invited him to lunch, dinner, or coffee, Garrity promised himself he would fly to San Francisco to do the meeting. He treated the plane flight like an hour-long car ride. One of his old Stanford professors called him, not realizing Garrity had left town: “Steve, some really interesting students are coming over to my house tomorrow night. I think you’d enjoy meeting them. Want to join?” Steve said yes, and booked his flight to San Francisco.
