There is one photo of Adriana that I particularly treasure, taken when she was just a little girl. It was shot by Heward Jue, one very cold December evening.  I remember it exactly. You could see your breath.  We were down at the Embarcadero.  Evening just breaking.  The strong scent of the bay.  The benches, the wooden planks, the light stands along the pier, the Bay Bridge sparkling, stretching off into a mechanical rainbow.  It was all like a postcard from the 19^th Century, from some nameless metropolis. And here’s this little child, in a scarf and white hat, with her trademark smile. The very center of the world.

Happy holidays!