I fly tomorrow, back to San Francisco over the Great Lakes and frigid plains of the midwest.
I was out to breakfast with my parents and sister last week when this exchange happened. Our food arrived at the table and we each eagerly eyed each others selections: tofu rancheros, french toast with ginger maple butter, a vegan benedict. Dad took out his phone and snapped a photo of my sister’s plate.
I’m here for the weekend; a small pond on the elbow of the Cape. A beautiful house, a small gathering of friends, new and old.
Today is the first day of the new year and I’m setting down with words my intention of writing something each and every day until the sun completes its trek around the earth and we again yell “happy new year!” to the sky.*
Let's make a simple Backbone app to get familiarized with ES6 module and class syntax.