Editor’s note: The following letter was sent to Cicely Muldoon, the superintendent of Yosemite National Park.
One summer back in 1982 in San Francisco, when I was 17, in a gathering of close school friends, there was a discussion of illness in the city that was killing people. We debated, but had no idea that a pandemic was coming.
It was surprising to me, almost a decade later, I would be part of a team at a San Francisco hotel managing the quiet experience of a celebrity...
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