Two Mice
Since I'm mostly doing something else this week, I'll talk about two mice. I didn't see either, but I did hear one; and that's the one I'll start with.
The Resident Mouse and Me: Another San Francisco Memory
I was working at Pellegrini Refrigeration's office/warehouse for most of the time I lived in San Francisco. The office section was big enough for — a dozen or more folks, I suppose.
The break corner, between the front office where I worked and the main room, was just an L-shaped bench, wrapped around a small table: very basic. It wouldn't have held more than maybe four or five people comfortably....
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(My brief encounter with the resident mouse at a warehouse, and an experience my father had with a mouse which was making great haste but no speed.)
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