Ode to San Rafael: my unremarkable hometown [Carolyn Jones/SFChronicle.com]
I had a vision recently: I’m at a little market buying cream soda and Ding Dongs. Bathed in luscious, late-afternoon amber light, I head out to the levee and perch on some rocks. Seagulls soar overhead. Somewhere in the distance, a Camaro blasts “Frampton Comes Alive.”
Now and then, I have the same nostalgia for Long Island. Hearing “Frampton Comes Alive” does it.