Forgive me for this personal note but this past weekend Grant accompanied me to the Niners-Redskins game, the first time he’s gone on a road trip — and he did it with me. I think he did good work at the game, but you can judge that for yourself. I want to talk about coming home.

The game was in Landover, Maryland. The East. I grew up in the East. But I love the West.

When we landed, we walked through SFO to the curb to catch the bus to long term parking. We hit the curb and saw the beautiful light of the Bay Area. “It’s golden,” Grant said.

It sure is. The Bay Area light is like no other light in America. It’s soft and, please don’t think I’m being sexist, it’s feminine. I love the Bay Area light. And the air. It’s so fresh. And we knew we had left the East Coast and come home to the Promised Land.

Mrs. Cohn Zohn made us a dinner of her meat sauce — superb — with spaghetti and we drank an Imagery Syrah and we toasted to the light and the air and, Good Lord, to being home.