Call me Caleb. 

Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on the East Coast, I thought I would travel about a little and see the Western part of the world. 

Now installed in San Francisco, you’ll find me out back at the Sycamore, napping in Dolores Park, or chasing my own white whale: a table at State Bird Provisions (or, you know, a career in journalism).

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