Tea Time in California

You never know what experiences are waiting for you

At the age of twenty-four I moved into a studio apartment in Chinatown, San Francisco. Rent was $500 a month. I was able to squeeze my queen size mattress in the walk-in closet. That touch made it feel more like a one bedroom apartment. The bay window had a bird’s eye view of Powell Street. I could see the trolley car roll by full of passengers as I sat…