Steve is long
deceased — he came from a family troubled with congenital heart
malfunction. But he had left Shell by the time of his death and was I
believe working at Richland, Washington in atomic energy. Bob
continued at Shell and has been a life-long friend.
This Friday evening
out continued as long as we were still working on San Francisco, but
of course stopped when I started to spend most of my time either at
Emeryville of the Berkeley lab. And I suppose it was not every Friday
evening, though I have no recollection of ho often the evenings out
occurred. I suppose we visited most San Francisco restaurants of note
but I can’t recall most of them now. The Shadows on Nob Hill, the Blue Fox,
Cairo’s, the Cliff House,
the Palace Hotel,
Lupo’s Pizzeria (the first place I ever had pizza, long before it
became common in the fast food area). And I remember the ornate
splendor of the Fox Theater
on Market Street now unhappily torn down.
Other work days I
would often have my supper at Foster’s, just across the street from
the Key terminal. This was sort of an “order at the counter”
place which was at the time a chain of shops throughout the Bay Area.
Or I might have a hamburger and hot apple pie at the Ground Cow in
Berkeley. I don’t know how many hamburger suppers I had there but
it was many. The Ground Cow later moved to a different location on
Shattuck Square but it never prospered there and sometime after Jean
and I were married it went out of business (though I still recall
being there with Jean and some of our daughters before its demise).
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