They head down to the wharf in a cable car. Howard hangs a little bit outside it, taking in the sea air. At the very least, all the tourism is going to keep him from thinking too hard about meeting his grandparents tomorrow - he plans on staking out the bridge all day, waiting to see them.
When they get to the wharf, he buys them both chowder bowls, and they sit on the pier watching the seals while they eat them. He's chatty, explaining all the things that are different than the few memories of this place from his childhood. The 70's are a different time than the 2000's.
"I think this is good, I mean, this trip." He sounds a bit like he's convincing himself of this until he believes it. He kicks a small piece of trash into the water and finishes off his bread bowl. "For me. I mean, for us, since it's been a while since we done anything together. I mean, that's my fault, but."
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When they get to the wharf, he buys them both chowder bowls, and they sit on the pier watching the seals while they eat them. He's chatty, explaining all the things that are different than the few memories of this place from his childhood. The 70's are a different time than the 2000's.
"I think this is good, I mean, this trip." He sounds a bit like he's convincing himself of this until he believes it. He kicks a small piece of trash into the water and finishes off his bread bowl. "For me. I mean, for us, since it's been a while since we done anything together. I mean, that's my fault, but."
He shrugs and stares out at Alcatraz.