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Back when we were kids in San Francisco, we hated rainy days. Memory always plays tricks, but it seems that it rained more back then, especially on days when there was no school: Rain bucketing down, rivers of rain, sheets of rain pounding on the windows, rain forming puddles, small lakes, even. There was not a chance in the world that we could go outside. We all had a little mantra: “Rain, rain go away/all the kids want to play.’’ We dreamed at night of a sunny day to come, a day for roller ska…
9 months ago