When Thomas and Rick went back to Steamer Lane to surf, Cindi took me to Hayward, where I lived until I was six and moved to Texas.
The neighborhood is largely made up of working-class Mexican families. I first recognized the neighbor's house, which had belonged to an old woman with dentures and an extensive doll collection. When I remembered her house, I knew mine was right next door.
At this point in the journey, the cooler Merlene had so lovingly filled with sandwiches and bananas contained only a precarious liquid. Regretfully, it was abandoned in San Carlos. But I did take away a new respect for succulents, a belly-full of solid (Thai) food, and some more quality family time.
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