I just found a tattered old box stuffed full of memorabilia from my days in the ad agency business. The best part of those days was working alongside so many remarkably talented, funny, quick-witted people. We had an office in San Francisco. I got into the habit of spending two days a week in the city by the bay because my girlfriend lived there, and because I thought my presence might help build a common culture between the two offices, but mostly because it got me away from my lunatic business partner. One of our San Francisco copywriters, a kid named Larry Chin, had a brain that was severely mis-wired. In a good way. Larry was five foot four and Chinese, but he thought he … Continue reading San Francisco, California, 1983: More Larrys than a Chinese phonebook