Last week I took a trip to California, where I’m from.
I met my sister, daughter and granddaughter in San Francisco, where we stayed with my 92-year-old aunt.
One thing about San Francisco — the hills are steep. On my trip we climbed one of the steepest hills, up Hyde Street. At one point I didn’t think I could make it. My sister told me to walk backwards, that it was easier that way. So, I did. I turned around and trudged up the hill, looking at where I had been.