where we meet

This film was inspired by a story that is not mine to tell, so I won’t, beyond the broad strokes. A little over a year ago, a good friend had endured a terrible loss. I found myself thinking of her and her departed loved one often. One night on my way home, they were both on my mind as I drove by an enormous cement staircase near the Amtrak station in Emeryville. I stopped to see what the staircase and I might have to offer each other. I thought of Chris and Roger, and all that they had offered each other. Here’s what came out.