Her great-great-grandfather was governor of North Carolina. Grandmother dressed for a tennis match and eloped, at age sixteen. And Grandfather owned half the gas stations in town.
Now her two dogs sleep on heirloom oriental rugs.
“No more Christmas turkey,” she declared. “We’ll eat barbecue with Granmama’s silver this year.”
Frank Gallivan is a thirty-something South Carolina native and long-time San Francisco resident. He is working on stimulating his creative side and shedding fixed identities.