Itt we post about our younger ( more naive!?) selves when we feel some affection for them

Late 90s James Redd, sitting in the new coffee shop in Brooklyn Heights - Starbucks! - at the corner of Court and Joralemon, procrastinating from grad school work, listening to Elliott Smith and Belle & Sebastian and reading Lanark.

...and writing, furiously or not, in a Clairefontaine quadrillé notebook.

I remember my first time being hit with summer fog in SF, seeing movies at the Surf and Balboa theaters, watching shows at Mabuhay Gardens, the Fillmore, I-Beam, meeting guys at The End Up and The Stud, bonding with other interns/residents during nights on call on the medicine wards at Moffitt-Long, enjoying the disgusting midnight meals at SFGH, and feeling very sleep deprived

Well, I work at the (renamed) SFGH now so I'll hunt for your spirit in the cafeteria. (Mind you, I end up in there around noon when I go.)

that cafeteria was a spot for so many great memories for me