Tracy — I walked into “Barista’s” this morning, a coffee shop in Tracy that I essentially lived in for about a year and a half. The seating is kind of tight along the walls, and I had to squeeze past a couple...
Tracy — I didn’t know yet how to capture the right color of your hair—the gray swirl in front, the fading to brown in back. I hadn’t yet accepted the lines perpendicular to your mouth, to your eyebrows. But...